Lady Vanity
Photo by Eugenia Maximova on Unsplash |
Is beauty when trapped in a mirror?
The paint on her lips as red as blood,
She draws nearer.
She touches finger to rose-dusted cheek
and grazes porcelain skin,
In finest tones she can speak
But no beauty within.
A clamp around her lashes
On her lids unnatural hues
And on her pulse points there’s lashings
Of Chanel, overused.
Love is the enemy of a sculpted face
Its touch simply too strong
For a brittle mind to embrace
For too long.
So she sits
and stares…
The fanatical
fairest of them allWith hourglass heart and eyes of pearl.
The mirror mirror on the wall
A cold replication of a vainglorious girl.
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