[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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GREENE FARM 📍
season 2, episode 4
The scissors in my hands snapped as I opened and closed them multiple times, my eyes frozen on them as I rethought my choices again and again. My shiny black hair reached past my shoulders but I needed a change, a change to myself physically, but I knew this could help me also change... me.
I needed a change. I needed to let it go.
Without second guessing I slowly brought the scissors to my head, grabbing a large chunk of my hair before chopping it off. I looked in the mirror while still holding my chunk of hair, slowly dropping it in the sink. A sigh left my lips as I continued to look in the mirror, chopping off large chunks of my hair and roughly dropping it in the sink.
My eyebrows were furrowed, no emotion in my eyes whatsoever as I stared back at my tense reflection. My hair was chopped and uneven, long strands were still on the back of my head as I obviously couldn't see or reach back there.
I heard a quick knock on the door as I stared at myself while lost in my thoughts, my head turned towards the door and I carefully cleared my throat, "Who is it?" I asked calmly.
"Maggie." The familiar voice greeted, I let out a sigh before slowly opening the door, allowing her inside the room.
"What are yo-" Maggie's voice abruptly stopped, and her eyes widened as she noticed my chopped hair.
"What the hell did you do?" Maggie breathed out slowly, my lips folded into my mouth. I looked down at the floor shrugging my shoulders before swinging to face the mirror.
"Lookin' for a change." I shrugged with a gulp, offering my reflection a trembling smile. Maggie noticed my sad expression, a hint look of worry on her face.
I sighed, placing the scissors down on the sink before turning to Maggie.
"Maggie, I'm sorry, for everything these past few weeks—months. You've been right. I need to let everything go, how I feel has been affecting how I treat others," I blurted out in guilt.
Maggie held on to every word that came out of my mouth, her eyebrows were furrowed and she had a prominent frown on her face.
"You—You're right," My voice cracked as I confessed, "I need to let it go. I need to let Myles go, to let my parents go." I finished shakily, tears welling up in my eyes.
