*Musical Selection Donny Hathaway’s The Ghetto*

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She views herself in the bathroom mirror, sure that her soul will jump out of her body at any second. The sound of sex taps on the creaky walls as she is invited into her neighbor’s bedroom without her consent.

“Today, will be the day I cut my hair,” she whispers. Weightless, a feeling of yearning, she wants only the deepest parts of it. The moon peeks into the window, covering the room with its light.

“Nona will help me. She is a Cosmot…Cosmat… Cosmuh, shhhhhhiiiiit. Forget it.”

A blue night’s sky.

A yellow stoned star.

A red singed street.

She grabs the scissors and hacks off a crown of glory fit for .

“Tomorrow, I’ll dye it purple.”

Image Credit: ArtSlant

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I’m more than breath & bones, I’m nectar in waiting — Owner ACG •Editor PSILY •Writing for the cosmos. •

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