Dry Hair Shampoo, by Brianna Janice

pt. I  
We exist in a romantic tragedy kind of way.  
We exist in a happy place  
and in a silent rage.  
Dry hair shampoo can light a flame  
and lock your pretty curls into place.  
We look put together, but we’re not. 
A two woman show, on our private stage.  
Our story, a simple coming of age.  
The spotlights glow brighter than sun rays  
Because we’re the main event of today,  
and it will stay that way. 

pt. II  
We live life like it’s a movie that we would see in the theatres.   
Ex-high school haters,  
Ex-people pleasers.  
We light the candles in the living room,  
London city stuck in it’s afternoon gloom.  
Rain falls, people running on the sidewalk. 
I’m happy to sit by the window with you.  
What’s a good story,  
without some hard things  
darling? 

pt. III 
You make the dinner, 
i’ll wash the dishes.  
We’ll sit on the couch and watch a movie,  
that we’ll never finish.  
It’s midnight,  
 and still i’m not tired of you.  
Casablanca posters up on the walls,  
the dust that grows in the hall,  
twenty cracks in floorboards,  
I counted them all.  
What’s a good story,  
without some hard things  
darling?

pt. IV  
We laugh about how broke we are.  How will we afford to get through  the last week of may? 
The cost of city taxes  
and prices of winter jackets, 
at our part - time jobs,  
we slave away.  
Two minute ramen.  
My thoughts on self-harming.  
I open up despite myself and talk to you, in deepness and depression, 
over our food.  
What’s a good story,  
without some hard things  
darling? 

pt. V 
We’re single and stupid,  
love seems like something we’re losing.  Craving physical touch,  
No one said being young  
would hurt so much. 
But we’re still living the dream.  
Our sad songs,  
the soundtrack for our debut on the screen.  If our life was a movie,  
we’d sell out in a day.  
Soon every ticket office will know our names.

Brianna Janice is a young Australian author based on the Northern Beaches of Sydney. She has been writing poems, prose, songs and stories ever since she was seven years old. Through the twists and turns of Brianna Janice’s life, writing was her therapy. When she was sixteen years old, she compiled all her poetry into one incredibly long book that became the first draft of her first book, the fool and the devil. Her writing is the act of her baring her soul onto a page and so forth, many books and ideas have been born of this.