I was born with butterfly's on my tongue
and glitter in my veins
People tell me its dust but I know better
I see it whenever I get a knick or a scratch
and it falls down like feathers
catching the light and dancing like kaleidoscopes
Like the shimmer of fish scales
Like Christmas lights
Like twinkling stars

I am a book
and every mark on my skin is a memory written in
fine sharp detail with a red glitter pen
Stress line on paper
Faded ink blots
And when I open up
I'm magic