T'was supposed to be brunette.
Comments, comments, comments.
Always I got comments on my hair when it was bright or funky.
Nonstop, everytime I went out.
Sometimes I would smile.
Always someone loved it.
Last night in fact, when I stood in line with my *dark brown *cough* hairdye, two girls told me how great my pink hair was.
It's time to draw in.
Or it was supposed to be time to draw in.
To smile at the world but shut my curtains.
To haul rapunzels braids up.
To shut the window on my ivory tower.
It was time to retreat for a bit and just...
hang out inside of myself.
Inside of the earth.
Inside of the womb, away from the rest.
So brown was it.
To darken the edges and match the soil.
I ended up - somewhat - with crimson.
Maybe take two will be better?