Nails of the Death
by Angela Hepworth
big eyes
pretty eyes
wild eyes
bloodshot eyes
tired eyes
so, so tired eyes
big smiles
big boxes, big crates
big tears
big responsibilities
big thanks
big opportunities
big, heavy thoughts
big luck
big luck in america
this is why we love it here
everything is bigger
old men
young men
joking men
leering men
leering women
whining women
whining men
awful men and women
and awful loud drooling children
when did it become so easy
to write them all off?
fingers twitching
fingers scrambling
fingers closing around necks
fingers scratching out eyes
fingers clenched, smashing through walls
fingers helpless, empty
fingers desperate to feel
fingers that will never be still
sad face
smiling face
dont mope
dont cry
dont pout
this is a gift
this is how lucky you are
(and you are
and you know it)
so smile
smile at the people
smile at the children
smile at the women
and the men
even when they hurt you
even when they kill you
smile up into the barrel of the gun that pokes you
in your stupid fucking forehead
no matter where you are
nails chipped
nails broken
nails caked with the flesh of face
nails red, red and redder,
nails that cannot be cleaned
even when they are scrubbed raw
nails of the death
you wish could take you
face smiling, still
face dripping in crimson and gold
big smiles
big goals
big dreams
big fucking deal
this is all that matters
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I love writing fiction—sometimes poetry if I’m feeling frisky. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!
Comments (2)
The human condition needs much improvement indeed, Angela. Well said.
Oof. I feel this really sums up how things are right now. Great writing.