Poems

I cut my hair

My hair hangs.
It adds to the weight already on my shoulders,
It surrounds my hollow face with its dark tentacles.
When the wind lashes against my skin with sharp slaps
my hair cuts into my cheeks
like a whip.
It coils around my head like dark snakes.
Then it was gone.
The jump from my chin to my collarbones felt bigger,
My shoulders held back without the force pulling them down,
and i tamed the beast that for so long
defined me.