Red Nails Poem by Anna Naumovych

Her nails with blatant blood-red polish
Scratch up your back in the dark
While you think that I am snobbish
I am just your basic quark

These scarlet nails dig into my chest
Like spears stitching, it starts to bleed
She won't choke down; she can digest
I'm down, don't listen to me plead

Ghost-like, I'm lurking in the shadows,
And every corner is eager to remind
Of choices made, of darkest secrets
When crimson nails and I eventually unite