quickening

jotNrot

Sitting on the edge of stolen time,
waiting for the green signal
I saw your nails.
Or what remained.
I asked if you’d smashed them in car door.
Abashed, you hid them and said, no.
It was a nervous tick.
Something howled inside me.
I’d never once seen you bite your nails.

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