Pieces of Her
By Melissa L. Webb
She pulled her fingernails off one by one, the flesh tearing as she pried them loose. She flicked them into the empty ashtray as she went. They clicked against the glass, hard, before setting at the bottom. The sound cut through the silence that hung heavily in the cheap motel room.
Her heart broke as she stared at the black painted pieces in the ashtray. They were no longer a part of her. It wasn’t fair; she had given up everything for him.
That wasn’t enough.
She still had to give more.
Teardrops fell from her eyes and she wiped them, leaving bloody smears in their place.
She sighed as she ripped the last nail free. She was doing the right thing. They couldn’t find his blood under her nails if she didn’t have them anymore.
© 2015 Melissa L. Webb