Queen Vanity
Golden gems bought Queen Vanity a plastic face.
Lost in lace and silky bubbles; she trod her kingdom.
Her head held high; she hummed with the blue jays as she paced.
Fumes of her Jasmine made them a victim.
'Twas moonlight, however, that melted her mask.
That bisque metal crown had nowhere else to bask.
In the limpid mirror, she couldn't host her masquerade.
All it could espy was more than what she displayed.
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Written On: July 7th, 2017
Contest: Modern vanity
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Won: 4th place
Copyright © Alyssa Lorette | Year Posted 2017
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