27. Coat
- Sama Rose
- Nov 2, 2019
- 1 min read
She pressed her thumb into
The thick rancid coat of nail polish
To see the swirls of her unique marker
Each swirl curved up and around
It was mesmerising
To a point where
Whenever she wore nailpolish
She couldn’t leave any finger smooth and shiny
Except for her thumbs
Because that would be too much
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