Wet, tangled, distraught.

I guess it was enough of me,

she was done with me.

I didn’t mean to torment her this way.

I tried to be tranquil.

Over time though, as I grew,

I became entwined in what I thought we were.

I guess I overestimated our stability—

I take care of her, she takes care of me.

Without me, there would be a lack of confidence,

a lack of warmth.

She didn’t appreciate the effort I put forth.

She decided one day that those things weren’t important to her anymore.

So she took me to a monstrous place

where I would soon be replaced.

“Out with the old, in with the new,” she said.

An evil woman helped her, plunging me into a watery grave

before giving me air for the last time.

Before I had the chance to sway in the wind once more,

I found myself motionless on the cold, concrete ground.

Of course, I cannot scream, I cannot make a sound.

I am only a strand of keratin,

a simple follicle if you may.

I still wish the best for her as her new companions grow alongside her.

I hope for their sake, they will obey.

-The voices