Wild Child

And on some days, she is the wild child,
Head held high with pride,
Single eyebrow raised,
Lips twisted in arrogance, even.
Determined to take one last selfie
Of her patiently uncut,
Years-old waist-length hair,
Before chopping it blunt
Just below her chin
With the kitchen scissors

Cutting herself free.

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Image not owned by me: Credits: Camille Marie Art. Camarie-art.tumblr.com

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