Thread: Playing Cards

My nails are down to nothing.
A thin stripe over swollen flesh.
On the pad of my thumb a blister weeps.
Worth through to blood with too much love.
I cannot think. I collect my thoughts but nothing comes.
All I have is that endless repetition.
You can either do it or you can’t.
And practice makes perfect.
I wore a hole in myself with too much love.
A pencil hovers over paper.
No thoughts pour fourth.
So I am back to my endless repetition.
The constant rustle of a waterfall of playing cards.
You either have it or you don’t.
Fragility is not a sin.

I like what you're saying here, but I think that you should remove a lot of the periods from this so it will make the readers thoughts flow, instead of start and stop. Just my two cents here.

This is pretty short, so I'll just go through and give you my thoughts as I read.

My nails are down to nothing. An okay way to start off. Didn't completely draw me in but didn't turn me off either. I liked the subtle alliteration with "nails" and "nothing."
A thin stripe over swollen flesh. Well, then they're nothing, are they? This image is so much better. I would rather read something like this at the beginning.
On the pad of my thumb a blister weeps. Maybe a comma after "thumb"? But I like the idea hear. All the fluid coming out of the blister. But I feel like we're chillin' with the fingers a little too long.
Worth through to blood with too much love. Didn't really understand this line. I think the wording is a little funny.
I cannot think. I collect my thoughts but nothing comes. These two really convey the same idea. I'd cut one of them.
All I have is that endless repetition. Not loving the word "endless."
You can either do it or you can’t. A bit cliche.
And practice makes perfect. Also cliche, but I think that was the point. Maybe if the context surrounding it made some kind of irony here, it'd work better.
I wore a hole in myself with too much love. Now this, I like. I like the repetition of "too much love" and love the image here. Nice.
A pencil hovers over paper.
No thoughts pour fourth. Forth, right?
So I am back to my endless repetition. I'm not loving this line. "So I am back" is like this passive and informal thing all in one. And then you have "endless" again. But I like the idea of repeating "repetition." That's neat.
The constant rustle of a waterfall of playing cards. Cool image.
You either have it or you don’t. Not liking this repetition of the cliche line.
Fragility is not a sin. A decent ending.

I do think this needs some work, but there's some good stuff here. And I do like the idea, actually. Just keep writing! Hope I was a little helpful.