She sits in front a mirror,
Unknowingly staring at her own death.
Eternally, she marvels at her beauty.
Powders and perfumes enhance her lust.
A light fragrance lingers in the air.
Lipstick and eye shadow freshly applied.
Finally she feels complete!
Ready for her night on the town,
And an eternity of despair.
Now the image she once loved,
Becomes the very thing she hates.
Reflections show skin dry and crack,
maggots devouring her delicate flesh.
She sees her own decay,
Reflecting in her beloved mirror.
For, even in death she stares at herself,
Until her lovely face is nevermore.
Ivory stares with black eyes.
Oh, what a death so vain.
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