FingernailsA Poem by Jake ScottIncomplete
You had no fingernails.
Where your nails should have been, there were stubs. Skin.
You said it was a birth defect, that you couldn't help it.
It never bothered me much. Except whenever I saw you picking at your fingers, under the table, in math. © 2014 Jake ScottAuthor's Note
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Added on October 21, 2014 Last Updated on October 21, 2014 Tags: Fingernails, Stress, Depressed AuthorJake ScottTallahassee, FLAboutI'm 14, a transboy from florida, and I like to write poetry and sad short stories. more..Writing
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