I am cracked nail polish.
smudged, chipped, broken
but, instead of painting over
my damaged cuticles
you soaked me in a soft cloud removing all of the unwanted stains with one swipe.
Washed my hands as if they were the hands of a savior.
I am nail polish.
covered in a fresh clean coat of everlasting care.
YOU ARE READING
ruby chronicles
Poetryinspired by me and my friend wanting to create, and my new found love for milk and honey. here are some poetic journal entries that I have wrote.
