Vanity

the room swirls into ripples of colors
as she lies upon her canopy bed
the tears falling from her eyes
form a pool of sorrow,
on her beloved satin red sheets

“you can’t carry this on…”
“i’m so worried about you…”
“for gods sake please…”

the whispers ascending upon her
pain invokes a rage within her lungs
causing a prolonged fit of coughing
gasping for air she sees the plate
that was left for her to devour

“please eat, you need your strength…”
“darling you mustn’t….”
“please lord watch over…”

Stretching out her skeletal hand
She reaches for salvation
Finding only the mirror beside her
She withdrawals, picking up her damnation
Staring into its vastness, she weeps

“….”
“….”
“please…”

a woman once angelic, stares
within the deluded mirror
seeing only her beauty,
her thin frame, flowing hair
her perfection, she witnesses

the mirror in its stillness
reflects her image,

ghastly bones protrude from once healthy skin,
wrinkles form lines of truth upon her face
hair is matted and tangled, resembling
the webs of lies she forms within her mind
her eyes, gray and opaque, seem lifeless

“I don’t believe I shall eat.”
“isn’t that right mirror of mine?”

silence falls..
quietly within her hell she sees
her beauty still reflecting
laying down her demise,
she falls to rest

still reflecting an image
of her pale skin,
wrapped loosely over
her small shattered frame
never decieving, her inane mind.