by Brianna Sanders
Beauty is a creature
Vile, hungry, insidious,
Leading lives astray by its rapture,
Listless, unyielding, drooling;
In her wake lay hanging jaws.
Beauty is a siren,
Spouting temptation from her maw,
Wasted corpses are all you’ll find,
Of young maidens with beauty in mind,
For a skeleton is beautiful,
And in the name of that beauty,
These things are more than plentiful,
For she is nothing but a plague,
Tempting weaker orbs to linger and feast,
Upon the presence of this monster.
But do not give in,
For beauty is a beast!
