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C.N.P Poetry 

Nailbiter

Writer: Cathexis Northwest Press
Cathexis Northwest Press
May 1, 2023
2 min read

By: Melissa Ridley Elmes



As a nervy, anxious, maladroit child

I chewed my fingernails till they bled,

peeling them away layer by layer, then

gnawing the cuticles into submission—

as though all my anxiety resided there, as though

removing that skin would silence the disquiet within.


“Leave your poor nails alone,” my mother said,

“or you’ll never have pretty hands.”

But Alecia on the bus said I was ugly as roadkill,

and Angela on the bus said I had a dog’s face,

so I was pretty sure the appearance of my hands

didn’t matter all that much, in the long run.


And besides, I’d think in idle moments, diligently

working my teeth into my ragged nailbed edges,

undertaking in vain to smooth the jagged, bleeding flesh,

anyone who loves me for my hands and not my heart

is shallow; and also, the pain of cutting to the quick

keeps me here, grounded in the real, which mom said


I need to do, I should be focused in the now, I should

Stop dreaming and get my head out of the clouds.

So I chewed, and gnawed, and sucked at the blood

and imagined: what if I could keep pulling off layers

of nail and tugging at cuticles until all that torn matter

came peeling off in my teeth and I swallowed it down


inch by inch, the whole dermis, until like a caterpillar

emerging new-skinned from a chrysalis, like a

newborn baby shining with afterbirth and hope, like

Aslan pulling off Eustace’s old skin, I auto-cannibalized

that humiliated, mutilated, bygone me into someone new,

pretty-faced and perfect-nailed, someone who


could ride the bus home tranquil and unmolested?




Melissa Ridley Elmes is a Virginia native currently living in Missouri in an apartment that delightfully approximates a hobbit hole. Her poetry and fiction have appeared in Black Fox, Poetry South, Haven, Star*Line, Eye to the Telescope, In Parentheses, and various other print and web venues. Her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Dwarf Star and Rhysling awards for speculative poetry, and her first collection of poems, Arthurian Things, was published by Dark Myth Publications in 2020 and nominated for the 2022 Elgin award.

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