• Sama Rose

27. Coat



She pressed her thumb into

The thick rancid coat of nail polish

To see the swirls of her unique marker

Each swirl curved up and around

It was mesmerising

To a point where

Whenever she wore nailpolish

She couldn’t leave any finger smooth and shiny

Except for her thumbs

Because that would be too much


This post is a collaboration for #inktober. Art by LuPea and poem by Sama.

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