by Harriet Fraser
Today I have on my second skin.
It coats me like gold leaf: makes me dazzle,
Glinting in the watery winter sun,
I stand radiant and alluring.
I love this sheen of golddust, for it reveals only beauty;
Ghosted armour keeps the rainbows out and the demons in.
There is no need for strangers to see the rotten core inside me.
No, under this snake-skin I am fine,
Hidden in shallow prettiness.
Noone shall want to see beyond,
Not dream of marring this veil by scratching the glittering surface
Not allow the evil to ooze out.
So I am safe in here,
From prying eyes,
And paper smiles,
And Crayola coloured words.
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