Sculpture

I LOOK IN THE MIRROR A SHADE OF DIFFERENT IMAGES I SEE OF ME. MY EYES BLOGGING FROM MY SIGHT. DISPEAR OF WHAT I SEE OF ME. STANDING THERE LIKE A SOLDIER WITH MY ARMS AT EASE BY MY SIDE. CHUMMING THROUGH MY HAIR WITH A BRITTLE BRUSH. MY HAIR SLOWLY FALLS AND FADES AWAY. I RUB THE BALDNESS OF MY HAIR FEELING NOTHING BUT, FREEZES FELTED BEHIND. I PANICKING GRAB A WIG HANGING OVER THE BEDROOM DOOR. PLACING THE ITCHGY STICKY DARK WIG ON MY HEAD. LOOKING SIDEWAYS PARAELLE AND HORIZONTAL FIGURING WHICH END LOOKS STRAIGHTER. FEELING DISGUISTED AND FRAUSTATED. I FLASHED A PHOTO PICTURE OF ME, SHOWING ONLY THE LINING OF THE WIG TREADS. STANDING THERE GLAZING AT ME THROUGH THIS SILHUETTE MIRROR. I POSED MYSELF AS MY OWN PAINTER OF A GHOUL OF MIDNIGHT. I REARRANGED THE WIG AND MYSELF WITH A JAGGED KNIFE. SHOWING ONLY THE SCULPTURE OF ME WITH NO HAIR.