Rookie Nail Polish Issues

Coral caramel.  Beachside Coconut Sunburn.  Pink bottled tangerines.  Slumbering in hammocks.  Sawing logs.  Ten little toes turned up in the air. Like being dead.  Like a fucking moose got struck on the highway and was a noisy puddle of animated gore in the shoulder, yearning for death.  Yearning for sweet release.  For letting go.  For letting the ripe fruit fall.  For pushing the birds out of the nest.  For creatures to show up for their lives.  For saying this is the time to kill or be killed, that’s how a mo freckle survives. You betta ax somebody.


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