Alopecia

Alopecia.

It sounds like a flower.

Something pink

or perhaps purple.

Feminine certainly.

Soft smelling, like lavender.

Like a memory of my grandmother.

But it's not.

It's none of these things.

It's actually awful.

It's unfair

and cruel.

People say it's just hair.

That's fair. Kind-of.

They say it's getting better.

But it's not.

They lie in the nicest way possible.

They've been doing so for years.

I hate it.

If it really were a flower I'd plough it under.

No matter how pretty and pink.

Even if it smelt nice.

I'd furrow the ground with salt.

So nothing could grow there.

Ever.

But that's what *it* does right?

Stop growth.

I don't want to be like that.

Cruel and unfair.

And besides,

it reminds me of my grandmother.