Bryanna Licciardi
TRICHOTILLOMANIA AS TOLD BY HAIKUS
I’m plucking out lashes,
twills of eyebrow to
talk with my body.
Pinch here, in between
my fingers is where skin webs
and nerves croon like mad.
Once a day I will
pose still with the mirror to
admire damages.
Friends avoid looking
at new bare spots on my brow,
not out of kindness.
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