each stroke a memory
a petty activism that exists
come completely crafted out of me
arise from my fingers
like fully fledged children
dancing off the piano
dancing off the laptop keyboard
I paint my nails black
to make them heavier
to weight the strike
of finger against word and song
beating like fists
I paint my nails black
angry and upsetting
each a protest in silence
a scream in the dark
I will make you see
I will make you hear
I paint my nails black
each song, each word
each summons, each plea
weighted with my heart
the sorrow of loss
the sorrow of pain
echo out of this dark world
strike a flint off the obsidian
that glint in the enamel
to bring about light again
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
I paint my nails black
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