I keep picking at the new hair they grew for me to disguise me.
two whole feet in five minutes, and I’d been ravenous after, but I do have to admit I look different.
they’d even managed to make the growth look natural. and mostly what that means is that what felt like half of it came raining out the moment I moved after they were done, strands breaking as if from age.
the hair’s all pulled back up into a braid over my head like a crown now, but I find myself picking at my scalp anyway, finding all the short, coarse hairs, some of them even tapering finer because of whatever it was they’d done to make them break.
my scalp almost hurts from pulling at them, wondering at their length. not the length of the long hair, but the short strands left behind.