An untold story

Nails remain unpainted and abandoned to the elements.

No neat manicure for these hands.

I grind down the nails one at a time,

taking my time to trim each one with my teeth.

Disregarding each nail clip with a flick of a finger.

Riddled with bite marks as

each nail tells a story and

each rip and tear becomes a reminder.

Worry and anxiety have their grasp on each finger.

Holding each nail hostage.