Today I’ve found a hair behind one of the sticky notes you’ve left me.
It’s long and almost black, with a bit of white at the top,
So it must be yours.
If I go with the hair to a laboratory and have some tests done they can tell me everything about you.
And I would discover why you have to pray to save your soul.
You look too innocent to be innocent…
Or I could go to some metal sellers instead
And hand them the hair
And they will put them on a balance and weigh it
And how much will it weigh?
A ton of gold?
Or a gram of tin?
You are so airy you can walk on water.
PS: This post was based on the author’s personal experiences.