Fingernail Dust by Soph
The mud from under
her fingernails smells
like oranges -
she drops the scrapings
into the water
beneath her feet -
she keeps forgetting to
unclog her drain,
the water reaches her ankles
as she bathes
she wonders of the creatures
who live in her shower drain,
the ones who wait for orange
flavored fingernail dirt
for dinner,
do they have flavor preference,
she wants to ask -
sometimes, she considers
disappearing through the drain,
to experience a world away
from hers -
where all she has is
fingernail scented dust
to make a home.
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Soph lives in the mountains, where she writes whenever she can. Her recent work can be found in WOW-Women on Writing, where she placed 3rd in the Q3 2021 Essay Contest, Anti-Heroin Chic, Entropy Magazine, and Phoebe Journal. One day, she hopes to run her own tea shop.