The skin I ripped and sewn anew, my body rejects in rot and insult. The nails I file and scrape break and chip and the cuticles bleed, and beauty is a little further away. Light hits the scars and a stranger stares from the shadow of my room, silvers eyes winking wickedly in the dark, gleaming, gulling and charming me- hypnotic. The thrum of my heart likens to a bird against its bars- unbearable in its cruel beauty. And its neck snaps, the ribbons gracefully fall from its mouth. I slide down the wall ribbon slipping through my fingers, knotting on the carpets, the image of you burned to my eyes.