Return of the Monster

the nail-biting monster is back and more ferocious than ever. for the past 2 months the nails on my fingers have been thriving oh-so-wonderfully. and then out of nowhere, the monster decides to pay my poor nails a visit. now my fingers are bare of nails, forlorn and lost without it's crown. none of which is my fault, i refuse to take responsibility for actions not mine. perhaps it's some sub-conscious part of me that triggers this monster's attack. perhaps. but for now, i have to guard my fingers with a gusto. now where's that bottle of nail-biting monster repellant....

What Do You Call the -logue After It's Ended?

13 months an elaborate affair. short of a relationship, but running complications like balls of tangled string. memories flood and images run in a flurry like the wind chasing clouds. but it wasn't all a mess. it was a good run. like my hair blowing in the wind. superstitious to a point, maybe a black cat crossed my path mid-way. i broke a mirror, walked underneath a ladder. what else did i do and still not realise the omens flashing in my face like a hazard light?