Chipped Nails
By TropicalSnowstorm
Nails on a chalkboard that grate on two levels as
what was initially a poor choice in colour has been
neglected to chip and grow away from exposed cuticles.
Those fingers are so often pointed in the direction of
others like a pistol that the owner has failed to notice these
flaws, thinking herself blameless in the glare of the muzzle flash.
I’ve become a human incubator of a dark plague
that threatens to spill forth and choke out life around me –
at least she thinks so, cause it makes me pivotal and her a martyr.
Put the mask of anesthesia over my face so I can suffocate
with whatever green tastes like and what’s me inside can be sold
for spare parts, she’d probably even pay you to take them away.
Someone once loved her…
-- Steve McKennon, April 2005
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Comments on "Chipped Nails"
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On Sunday, December 23, 2007, italianbella
(185) wrote:
Youre words compliment one another I really enjoyed reading this great write:)
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On Saturday, February 17, 2007, CharlottesWeb
(511) wrote:
Every once while, when I see painted fingernails this poem will come back to me. The act of which this poem is constructed around irritates me...now it will do more. Your detail sticks with a person.
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On Thursday, April 13, 2006, Equinox Asylum
(140) wrote:
You make me dig deep into my own loves and fears. Amazing
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On Saturday, February 4, 2006, xserratedsoulx
(212) wrote:
ahh..that very first line made me shudder..it really set the mood. good work. ~lauren~
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A former member wrote:
"I’ve become a human incubator of a dark plague"- amazing. this gave me chills.