Hair Eye

Hair Eye

A Poem by Shannon St. Denis
"

If I just keep picking and picking...

"

I once pulled out a hair that had caught along the center of my eye;

It was bluish-gray with flecks of gold and reddish frays that

curled so slightly into a spiral.

It wasn't until the strand became black and 10 feet long

That my eye sparkled clean and bright white--  

and I noticed a hair in the other.

© 2015 Shannon St. Denis


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Added on June 3, 2015
Last Updated on June 3, 2015
Tags: Hair, Eye, Obsession, Perfection, Horror, Thread