Broken Nail
A poem by Sonia Chauhan

Broken Nail 

Pink winter evening
And my hand draped 
over your settee.
Slack, unknowing, 
A doe resting under a log.

A tap on my socked foot
Fills blood in my finger pads.
Another tap, this time on
the broken nail in the middle.

The sibilance of certain fingers
intertwined, rings in my ears.
As do all of my unfinished
Dreams, my unhappened memories.

How can a speck of time – 
adamantine, unbreakable
fold itself into the space between
two unjoined hands?

About the Author:

Sonia Chauhan is the author of two novellas – You Tell Me and This Maze of Mirrors. Her second book was runners-up in the Amazon Kindle Pen To Publish award in 2022. Her short stories and poems have been published in various literary journals including The Wise Owl, The Muse, Unbound Script, and Monograph Magazine. 

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