Produit de Beauté

The glint of the blade slowly falls and pierces the skin. Slicing along lines formed years ago. As she weaves in and out of dreams her skin slowly pushed, pulled and prodded. After an hour of memories and needles and knives she wakes to feel only pain. Tears roll down her bandaged face as she tries to not to feel it. A man walks in and talks for a while but she isn’t listening. The man grabs the bandages and starts to pull them off. She suddenly sees her reflection in the mirror. Tears flow down her cheek. A monster to herself but a beauty for the world.