Stop, she said.
But her brain refused to listen. Her subconscious
floated elsewhere, rebellious, like her teeth.
Stop – she warned.
But her fingertips still brushed them. Her lips
ever-beckoned, like little pillows of disease.
Stop! she yelled,
out loud in her own mind. Scolding, disgusted
with her inability to obey.
So she sat there,
biting her nails anyway.