Nails Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Nails

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They separated my hands and made slave
I folded up my nails.
They didn't notice;
So unconcerned.
My nails fidgeting...
Just biding for time;
Just biding for a moment; -

Must tear off their throat.

Monday, June 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: revenge
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