“I’ll take the hair in your food”
What a sweet gesture… not.
What kind of psycho wants to eat hair,
Willingly at that?
Out the corner of my eye
I see the freaks hand reaching near me
I smack their hand away
Why would I allow someone to deal with something so sickly
Although their face…
It looks so unreadable
Are they actually upset I don’t want them to eat it?
Am I the crazy one or is he
Shakingly I grab the hair between my fingertips
My breathing quickening the longer it takes to grab it out
My brows furrow in discomfort
But this feels ok…
I hand the hair over
The psycho readily grabs it
Downing the hair in one gulp,
They smile at me right after
A weight was lifted off my shoulders
One too heavy to bare
So I gathered all my courage
And passed it to the psycho who loved hair
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