Her skin
Her armor
Protecting
from judgment
from harm
from rejection
from acceptance
She painted her skin to fit in
She painted her skin to stand out
Her skin
Her armor dented,
scarred by enemy battle
Her skin was
Her shield
Her
savior
Her
friend
Her skin
Her enemy
Her lie
It was her
It was an imposter
Her skin
grew cold in dark moments
warmed
in the glow of love
folded
in time, filing memories in its creases
Her skin
Her
mask
Her
mirror
Her
betrayer
Her skin
The
parchment of her story
Her
life
Her skin
Her Self
March 31, 2015
© 2015 Nadia Romanov
