Metonymy

There was a white spot
on my nail
and every day
I wore it closer
to its end.

They say it is a word
addressed to me
a failing function
a shouting something,
or just being
but not being just enough

The end
of its nacreous journey
today, I licked the corners
of my mouth,
an in waylaying satisfaction
I went into my flesh
and cut it out

and thought
"why would I be upset,
if they misunderstand
my poems?"

Published on the 1st of May 2014 in "Inky Needles - The Body Modern Issue - summer 2014"