Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Sharp Edges

She was a girl
who knew what she wanted
Had a knack for getting it, too
She was a girl you’d take fishingbecause she had fingernails
so long and curved
they could be used to gut trout
You’d never pick up a blade again
Not with her around
©2021 Muriel Thumm



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