Hair-dye.

Every time you dye your hair

Everything changes.

Polaroid flashes steal away

Baths of crimson red,

Sluggishly exploring your

Pulchritudinous membranes

On incandescent pictures.

Carcasses of bobs and curls,

Battling for voices,

Lay scattered and

Consigned to oblivion,

Slaughtered by

Paranoid screeching engines

And  schadenfreude.

Mother whines at

Tarnished towels,

In a marriage of

Bleach and beats

And warmth,

Finally.

I woke to find

Luscious spirals

Wrapping themselves

Adoringly around me,

Senselessly,

A thwarted panacea.

You recoiled

From maggot feasts

In your mind or

On the pavement.

And she glared at me

Through cruising blinks

On frightened eyes,

And cut it all off.