Nail Polish

bright facade colours
to cover dull
                                    fingernails
the smell of beauty
painted on
like so much              
                                    mayonaise
tiny strokes; a
little at a time
wingbeats of that
                                    butterfly
shaky hands
spill gaudy paste
(cry your tears of
                                    acetone)
cover up impressions
of foregoing and fate
broken desires in
                                    nail polish

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