Meet Vanity

Lashes dipped in fine black satin

Gentle locks swishing

Like the brush

Of her fair pink blush

Like the cheeks of the porcelain dolls

And the other naivety polished atop her


Meet Bravery

Eyes in an invincible

never ending staredown

Silently hinting

That there's always something beneath

The mascara we coat our eyes in

And she looked Vanity in the eye


And shaved her head.