Look at you, pretty little thing;
Painting those feline fingernails
A paler shade of yucky green.
Colour co-ordinated with your rock pool eyes;
That caught the trailing
Remnants of that shallow tide.
Which blink, oh ever so rapidly, through
Your years of deceit and vanity.
And you wonder why you exist in the throes
Of a cold reality?
As the fingernail fungus invades the
Remaining vestiges of your personality.