Meth Rage
I dreamed last night all the hair was missing from the back of your head.
You were back combing but I could see.
longs strands could not hide the damage
it was too extensive
I could see shorter hairs
I could see your scalp
then I knew:
he was pulling your hair out in a rage
I could clearly see him holding you and ripping at the back of your head
a clear black vision
no mother should see
"my hair is fine" you texted back
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