Hair

The hum of my air purifier puts me into a trance. I stare at my purple ceiling, head rested against the wall, I pull my hair up over me and let it fall over my face in small whisps. I remember how he used to hide in my hair. He would run his fingers through it, ignoring all the knots, and wrap it around his face as he lay against my chest. He would smell it and groan like a kid in a candy store, can't wait to take a bite! He told me he loved the smell, even if I hadn't washed it for days. He told me my smell was intoxicating. I want to cut all my hair off and forget he ever existed inside of it.