N-Lovad

I lace my skin up like a corset, peel back the blinds on my eyelids, and take a step forward, waking from the poppies to the                    lightning bug glow of truth tapping on my eardrums. In front of the mirror I stand, but what I notice is not the awkward crook of my nose or butterfly lashes. I look into the lighted mirror as if searching for answers hidden under Ribbon-like sets of                                    veins, arteries and nerves. Sometimes it all flows correctly; sometimes everything becomes     knotted up in all the wrong places.  Skin toughened by beatings brought about by the