![]() Death By EyelinerA Poem by Andrea![]() Deadly Sins: Vanity![]()
She threw her halo
like a boomerang and cried the day that it never came back. She looked in the mirror and noticed her face wasn't too pretty when placed between horns. She uses a deep black pencil to conceal dark sleepless eyes: No one needs to know how much she needs rest- from the stage-play she lives, the drama she has written on a used paper bag with crayons. Red wax for her chapped lips that desire yet one more kiss. These soft lips so prude but scream "harlot". Cover-up for the blemishes, to hide the lines that form when she smiles. She wears the paste like a theater mask. Her vanity is the life support that keeps her alive and gives more reasons for the horns to grow out. For her deadly ways her halo will stay astray and in the bathroom mirror remains a sinner. © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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