Bitten to the Quick

His bitten nails told her everything.

All she needed to know
Laid bare
In his raw, red exposed skin,
Where he’d bitten to the quick.

Dark smudges beneath his eyes
And the incessant tapping of his foot
Corroborated his nails’ account.

And yet, when asked,
He declared himself fine.

She knew, he knew
She would not settle for this answer.
And so she made herself comfortable,
And she waited.


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One Response to Bitten to the Quick

  1. Its what you do with such folks isn’t it. The mark of a good counsellor.

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