Days

I pluck hair out of my head, have been for weeks. Black hair Real depletion. mind has been dead for days. So I say, let the weepers cry another day. Ill catch myself the mind that falls. Ill swing my arms before she breaks. Oh I will, I always do or will this be the last towel with **** smeared across it. the last hair plucked the last tobacco chewed. the last screenplay to finish. Ill catch him, I always do. finish the damn deed, write and write and breathe.