Challenge
Challenge of the Week CXXXIII
The Stranger. An unexpected encounter. An introduction. A conversation. Write about an encounter with a stranger. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
Sliced
I sliced the hair right off my head and let me say,
it was smooth as butter,
every cut.
It dusted the floor like a shaggy, brown snowfall
and I left it all there, hoping maybe
it would melt into the carpet.
With my head ten pounds lighter I floated down the stairs
like a cloud of smoke,
danced around in the yellow evening light.
When he came home,
pushed through the front door with a surge of January air behind him,
he stumbled back at the sight of a stranger in his kitchen.
But he can scream until the sun comes back up,
and new hair begins to sprout.
I don't care.
Yeah I sliced the hair right off my fucking head and let me say,
it was nice to meet her.
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