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Ulotrichous

June 18, 2026

My mom twists my hair Spirals all around I walk down their twists Until I fall down All tied in their knots They pull at my mind Tangled in my thoughts I'm all out of time The frizz binds my wrists Pulls my ankles tight Grasps my neck firmly Makes me hang all night I grasp for her touch Tears fall in my lone My hair holds me taut Now I'm all alone

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Personal experience with mother/hair, extends to abstract emotional entanglement

Multiple ideas: physical hair-styling, emotional constraint, isolation, self-binding

Strongly negative: entrapment, loneliness, pain, isolation, tears

Intense verbs: twists, pull, binds, grasps; mounting tension and physical struggle

16 lines; falls within 16-30 range

Extended metaphor of hair as emotional entanglement; personification of hair; synaesthetic imagery

Pure lyric internal monologue; introspective first-person voice without narrative shift

Ulotrichous

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