TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!

to wait, to be kept waiting,is a sad thing....it is a BAD thing.
in such moments of silent nothingness, the self-annihilating bug breaks out of its fetal posture of dormancy and brings out the very beast in you- in such moments, you gather hillocks of dog-eared nail-ends, scraps of ravaged skin, with a shivering tongue calming down an over-massacred lip.
a bloody business it is....
to wait, to be kept waiting.
and so, a million light years later, i would reason- of what use are nail polishes and lipsticks to me? huh???