Fingernails

Mon, 09/07/2015 - 03:33 -- jxnntr

Outlining the shape of my fingernails

Below it a thin line of skin

Pressure on the trails,

 

One wasn’t expected to follow

Wrinkles cover what’s hollow

Too much to take,

 

It’s darkness what drops

But more falls for eternity inside

Starts when the air stops

Goes away with pride.

This poem is about: 
Me

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