Vanity Poem by Brittany Marsh

He's drawn to desire.
She ignites the fire.
Vanity's dressed in a mess.
Streaked eyeliner and a bloodstained wedding dress.
Scarred up arms, target of harm.
On typical man she unleashes her charm.
They fall to their knees, ready to please.
'Forgive me young man, I have one request.'
'Anything, love. I long for your touch.'
'I only ask you this much, and I expect the truth.'
'Anything.'
'Tell me I'm beautiful.'
'You're beautiful, my deepest desire. You ignite my fire. You're dressed in a mess with your streaked eyeliner and bloodstained wedding dress. You may have scars all over your arms, but I promise you no harm. Yes my mess, you are beautiful.'