nasal two
you trim back my cuticles with a knife,
saying it's such a shame i never
deem my hands worthy of care.
i disagree, if only so i can see your
brows furrow, mouth narrowing into a
gash that cuts across your lovely features,
red lips pressed so firmly it could have been
sliced by the very knife you use to cut away
at my fingertips. you're ever so careful,
blade steadfast and singlemindedly
sawing away, not far enough to hit the
brittle bones beneath. you cut and cut,
until the edge is as dull as my eyes,
then you replace it with my nasal bone,
sharpened on decades of hate
and honed on my anger.
saying it's such a shame i never
deem my hands worthy of care.
i disagree, if only so i can see your
brows furrow, mouth narrowing into a
gash that cuts across your lovely features,
red lips pressed so firmly it could have been
sliced by the very knife you use to cut away
at my fingertips. you're ever so careful,
blade steadfast and singlemindedly
sawing away, not far enough to hit the
brittle bones beneath. you cut and cut,
until the edge is as dull as my eyes,
then you replace it with my nasal bone,
sharpened on decades of hate
and honed on my anger.