Biting Nails
I bite my nails to keep
order, to keep them in line
I chew my fingers-
feast on the small
shreds of flesh to keep
them groomed-we don’t want
any outliers or any heads
poking out of the crowd-
it doesn’t look good.
That’s how they should be-
bloody disfigured and
inconsistent nails with
the bacteria from the dirt
and germs
going into my mouth.
I create
scabs
and
hangnails
and
shreds.
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