when i turned thirteen
i began to wash the glitter from my skin.

i shaved away the glitter,
i bled glitter on a random day,
my words no longer wrapped in glitter,
no longer spreading it all around me, away.

i cut the glitter from my hair,
though i once promised
to always trail
a long veil
behind me.

i starved the glitter from my body.
loved to see it when looking down

but one day
i will long for it again,
stooping to gather it
from the floor.

but my back will ache.