Creative Writing

Poem I wrote in like ten mins cause I had a creative urge

Everyday I wish I wore nail varnish
like the infant-handed girls with
instant faces and coats that
fit their shoes.

See these clumsy hunks of meat
clapped on to fleshy pillars
thick and porky. Bare, broken brittle
nails. Fail hands, fail-girl

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