Pieces Of Her
She pulled her fingernails off one by one, the flesh tearing as she pried them loose. She flicked them into the empty ashtray as she went. They clicked against the glass, hard, before settling into the bottom. The sound cut through the silence that hung thick in the empty motel room.
She stared at the black painted pieces as they lay in the ashtray. They were no longer a part of her. It wasn’t fair; she had given up everything for him. But that hadn’t been enough; she still had to give up more. Teardrops fell from her eyes and she wiped at them, leaving bloody smears in their place.
She was doing the right thing, she told herself as she ripped the last nail free. They couldn’t find his blood under her nails if she didn’t have any.
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