Nail Polish

Thu, 01/21/2016 - 00:54 -- macy132

As my nail polish chips,

So does my composure

I bend my head to cry

On my own shoulder


My own imperfections

Reflected back at me

In the fading colors


The lacquer covers

The vulerable pink

Of my frontal lobes


Exposed and petrified

I shiver in the cold

That my mind created

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