Hair ties that bind
Love, elasticity, and entanglement
You’re a ponytail
The way I imagine you in my hair,
Tugging gently,
Reminding me
Of your eternal mark
On my mind.
Everlasting light,
Just out of sight.
The year-round tan line
Firmly wrapped around my wrist.
Relentlessly burned into creation
Day after day.
A clue that this body adventured,
Was adventured.
The indescribable relief of a cool breeze,
Hair sensuously sweeping across my neck.
Goosebumps I wish to bottle,
Most noticeable in your absence.
The uncomfortable elastic band,
That wears out over time.
That digs into my skin.
Something I could never find
When I needed it most,
So I cut my hair short.
About the Creator
Veronica Wren
Trauma sucks, recovery shouldn't.
Displaced survivor. Ex-cop turned activist researcher. Investigating abusive systems harming our health.
Forever wishing I could recover my old Vocal + account.
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