Innocence
The scissors snips strands
off my little head.
I can’t move.
“You must not ruin the surprise.”
A brown curtain,
covers my mouth and
my eyes. Her voice is calm
as she continues to lie.
Then, her hands shake
and hair falls to the floor.
A quick yelp escapes.
Droplets land on my shoulder.
And now for the truth,
she wants me ready and good.
The mirror shows our faces,
our black dresses and lilies.
Copyright © Alyson Lang | Year Posted 2019
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