The scales, black and silver. Hidden under bathroom sinks, coaxed out by desperation and longing for change. It breathes cold fire and hums beneath my nervous finger tips. Protecting its treasure, my self confidence. I ride on its back, with shakey legs, covering my tear stained face afraid of heights and steep numbers.

I let it drag its deep claws into my wrists, down my thighs. Letting is squeeze the word ugly from my lips.