Look at them
Bright Pink
Little flowers in the corner
Smoothly painted
perfectly manicured

He hated it

Look to her
Black laquer
Bitten down to nubs
Chipped all over

He stares

She looks up

Then down

Black nails, badly in need of a change
Nothing Special
She thinks

Looks up again

Gazes lock

Takes her hand in his
And smiles

Black laquered nails
His obsession