His Dirty Fingernails.

I’m ready to take your body and throw it to the wolves.

We used to be closer, dancing naked in the woods.

Now we see each other through our living room blinds,

Dark and dingy. I can’t even remember the last time you

Licked my tongue or ate my ears. I want to know

What your brain feels when I’m around. Where do

Your thoughts go when the lights don’t turn on?

When will we touch the moon? Have you even seen

My Mother lately? She has no inner soul anymore,

The man of the hour took it from her, bold and sour.