My hands look young and lovely

when I am clearly not

I’ve made them do so very much

Some creating of

silly, beautiful and useful things

Some destroying of

me, frightening and abhorrent things

My willing and not partner in crime

You’ve hoisted me up

from the pits of demise

Becoming a raging fist

to fight off cruel thugs

I look at you now in a loving way

As you type this strange little post

while donning your red nail polish