Published by Sheena's Place Spring 2007, Issue 13
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4. Hangnails by C K
The girl with embers in her eyes didn't always look like this. She used to play in the sandbox, count the grains of stars galaxies glistened on her knuckles. She slit open butterfly cocoons, dreaming nectar kisses whisper soft as dandelion seeds. She hooked words together like magnets, screamed to make you listen, wore braces over her smile. She smoked on curbs and flicked ash in your face. at night slept in trees, head flung back limbs wrapped tight leaves shaking free. She used to soak the hate in under her skin. Now she runs her fingers over bark just to feel the splinters.
The girl with embers in her eyes didn't always look like this.
She used to play in the sandbox, count the grains of stars galaxies glistened on her knuckles.
She slit open butterfly cocoons, dreaming nectar kisses whisper soft as dandelion seeds.
She hooked words together like magnets, screamed to make you listen, wore braces over her smile.
She smoked on curbs and flicked ash in your face. at night slept in trees, head flung back limbs wrapped tight leaves shaking free.
She used to soak the hate in under her skin.
Now she runs her fingers over bark just to feel the splinters.
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