scratched and cracked polish on my fingernails,
it would be perfect, had fortune favoured me.
day after day i labour away,
endeavoring (in vain?) to achieve the perfect coat,
oh, but to have perfectly glossy red talons for but one day...
the dull ache that comes with each swallow,
is a reminder of the bitter pain which erupted from
the night's events.
bare feet, violent shivering, unforgiving rain,
scrolling through useless contacts, each nothing more than a name.
a little more of my tough facade eroded away,
soaked to the skin, faced with unfeeling reality;
nowhere to turn to, but here i can't stay,
i'm trapped. trapped in the place i must have at one time felt safe.
now alone in the world, salty tears my one companion, and concrete paths
paving the way to the only escape.
the headlights of a small blue car serve as a beacon of hope...
but even torchlight is temporary.
and laughter fades.
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