Free Verse- Beauty Lost

She sits.

The tears of youth streaming down her

Wrinkled face.

She is no longer beautiful

She is no longer beloved.

A beauty queen who has been dethroned.

She swallows a sob,

Pushing her frail, brittle bones to the mirror,

She takes a look,

Begging the demons to leave,

Begging her age to decrease.

She wails,

And throwing a broken crowd

Adorned with sequins,

The mirror crashes to the ground