by S.C. Kleinhans

Created on: August 03, 2009

They said she looked

like a movie star

as she gracefully

stepped out of her car.

But then she felt

like a fool as she

suddenly tumbled

to the ground.

Loud bawdy

laughter was

the only sound

she heard

that lonesome

afternoon.

Then she

went back home.

Feeling dejected

and all alone.

She got up

to fix herself

a bite to eat.

A special

little treat.

She hadn't

realized that

her hair

had gotten

caught in the chair.

She was

headed to

the fridge

but she

didn't get very far.

She heard

the wail of sirens

then her

husband's junky car.

She was

pulled back

to the chair

by her six foot

long hair.

This was

the same old rut.

It had

happened

many times before.

She tugged

and she strained.

Red-faced

and in pain.

Then she

stumbled.

Tumbled to

the floor.

She could

see her reflection

in the

ancient mirror.

It registered

her dejection,

aggravation

and fear.

Rage

and shame

combined

only

produced

one tear.

She looked

like a homeless,

love-starved mutt.

Early

tomorrow

morning,

her annoying

hair

would

be cut.

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