If you look carefully, you’ll see a patch of red disturbing the night sky strands of my hair. They’re breeding, spreading against my scalp to add something of a shine against my otherwise stark dark. You see them? Right there. Standing out. Such an annoyance.
I planned to cover them with ink, dye them back into submission to match the black of the neighboring strands. Take these unique streaks and erase them entirely, so you can’t tell there’s a difference at all. Dark and dapper like the rest, so the entire night sky sea there is one entity, not individualized strands that sit upon my head. You wouldn’t be able to set or see them apart. All alike.
But those ruby renegades starting to grow on me, quite literally. They had a special shine to them, like a curling calligraphy against indifferent ink. They streaked my night sky with a dusky crimson comet, a rare and unplanned entity to add a gleam to things.
If you look carefully, you’ll see a patch of red disturbing the night sky strands of my hair. Not a thread sits the same amongst its neighbors, unique and undiluted by their difference.
You see them? Right there. Standing out.
Standing out to shine.
© 2013 | Jazelle Handoush
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