17/8/2018 0 Comments black toe nail(Monologue) Black toe nail has me feeling ugly today but I guess that's how God wanted it. I guess I didn't take care of it well enough. Hard hands have me feeling less woman tonight. I guess I use them too much. I guess that's why I am alone most nights and that's alright. Until I notice the lines on my forehead dent deeper, they are longer now. Until I catch my nipples point to the floor, they simply lost their tease. Silence tremors vacant corridors. Deserted corridors. Empty. Scratching on a netted web, reprimanding her because she is to blame. She wants to live a perfect lady life. Find true love and to become a wife. A lifestyle now joked on. A satire poked on. My lips flake off while I laugh along because it has been so long. It has been THAT long since I had anyone near me. Curl between biceps, holding tenderly on triceps and have my black toe nail and I claw into milky sheets. Have the bed shake so hard like an exorcism at its peak. I’ll watch the seasons pass for my patient seek. True love. New love. Till then black and I will learn to speak kindly to each other, just in time before we meet.
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