Short Outliers Poems

frozen outliers 
snow mounds refusing to leave
welcome daffodils
I smile at their brazenness
And they smirk back at my grin...

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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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