Sitting with a good friend, Kay laughed at the memory of how she used to sharpen her nails into little points and apply iridescent pink polish to them.  “You wore nail polish?” he said, looking at her now jagged nails. “That was when I had more time,” Kay said, looking down and balling her hands.Continue reading “Realization”

The Needle Sharp

She was clean And then used again The vultures peck your heart. You wanna yell, you wanna swear, You wanna kick her out. It’s not the same As you would think. She lies and keeps the secret safe She sleeps and snores and hides In the dungeon of the cellar. You just want to tellContinue reading “The Needle Sharp”