Trichotillomania

This is the damage inflicted when the ex who’d already broken up with me twice looked up from his knees and saw me with my hand in my hair and said, “I thought you’d given up on all that shit.” (Just bend, just bend.)

That cigarette on my thigh and two weeks later writing “DICK” on his forehead in eyeliner pencil while he sad-eyed at my tired eyes, chatted up my old best friend at the bar and threw me sideways.

I forced up vodka, broke the condom machine - it all happened so quickly, then. Numbers scrawled up shaking limbs or on damp scraps of paper from the DJ booth. A sweat-sticky promise of what, exactly?

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