Beauty Kills

She looks at herself like a piece of art.

Her porcelain skin and alluring eyes intoxicate strangers.

But little does she know something much more beautiful grows inside her.

the red cells and white cells are jewels that are disappearing, fluctuating

like a kaleidoscope deep in the rivers of her body.

With every swipe of powder, with every hour spent arranging her receding hair

A storm brews inside of her.

While mirrors tire of holding her image,

slow deterioration rips and tears through the organs inside.

The beauty of her outside will trade places with that of her insides

And soon her outer beauty will be infected by the ugliness of her soul

And the colors of her cells will paint a beautiful, swirling picture in her bones where no one

can see them but her.

But this time she will not be proud, she will not flaunt it.

She will hide in fear of an ugly death and try to cover up the disease

But it will all be in vain.

Author's Note

This was one I wrote for English class. For the theme "All is Vanity". It is about a girl who is incredibly obsessed with her beauty, but has cancer and doesn't know it yet. It talks about how soon she will have to live with a different image. It is sort of like a punishment, though I know I would never wish cancer upon anyone.

Reviews

[Viki Rachel]

Excuse me for being unsophisticated, but HOT DAMN this is good!
Your imagery, your similies are the definition of flawlessness. I honestly didn't figure out what you meant until I read the author's note, and I'm so glad I did.
It's kind of like karma for the vain girl, who's so oblivious to her own illness because of her temporary beauty. This holds a lot of truth for the girls/women of today.
LOVED this part:
"And the colors of her cells will paint a beautiful, swirling picture in her bones where no one can see them but her."
This is going into my favorites!