The Black Nail Poem by Garland Jodie Jeen

</>You told me the murderer has a black style of beauty

The ugly died. The beauty survived.

And, in the closing end, died.

Mind closed. How to open our eyes wide..?

When I looked at the black nails,

I 've forgotten they're mine;

When only one of your nails is black,

'It's dirt', you denied.

You kept a big secret at that night..

Parallels between you and I,

I wrapped you into a secret bigger

Please don't believe in my lies.