All for Vanity ...

All for Vanity ...

Her yesterday was full of dreams,
Her future, bold and bright.
A new beginning, new career -
She shivered with delight.

But now, her shiver is from dread,
A lump upon her breast.
“How can this be? Why here? Why now?”
Her silent screams protest.

She pictures possibilities
Of how this game will end,
But with each thought, she only sees
Her hopes and dreams descend.

Envisions how the scalpel cuts
Her body, firm and warm.
Without her femininity,
To neuter, she’ll transform.

She can’t accept this circumstance.
“I will not live that way!
I’ll be imperfect, incomplete!”
She cries with great dismay.

She takes the mirror from its stand;
She grips it in her fist,
Then breaks the glass with all her strength
And draws across her wrist.

Her breathing slows, her brain cells die,
Her mortal life will pass
And broken shards of yesterday
Lay scattered with the glass.



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