“It’s Not Me,” “Always There,” and “Service”
It’s not me.
The polish lingers,
black onyx screams
on each finger.
It’s been five days.
My nails are lit.
I’m not sure why
I try it.
The polish lingers,
black onyx screams
on each finger.
It’s been five days.
My nails are lit.
I’m not sure why
I try it.