Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Her Hair Was As Black

"...Not contained by ribbons..."

Her Hair Was As Black

Her hair was as black as desperation in the night
Yet it shone red in the fury of the light
Not contained by ribbons, by braids or by bands
It was like holding flames in the luck of my hands







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