Vanity

She looks in the mirror. poses again. takes off another peice of clothing.

She looks at herself exposed. flaws. perfections. she stares.

She does this so you'll call her beautiful. just one more time. wants to hear it one more time.

She thinks of ugly states and she's been told she's drop dead gorgeous.

She never believes. a part of her does, though. And she considers it.

She wants to pose nude. for you. to glorify her. make her feel beautiful. She wants you to look at her like a peice of art.

But you wouldn't, you don't. You save those looks for museums and famous names. Not her. Not the way she works to be seen. Not the way she memorizes her every curve to accentuate it for you.

She thinks of her best. the way she is glorious. she thinks of her love. the way he's beautiful. Do they think her the same? She's told you about the milk and sugar. of the golden light. She loves them, you know. Loves them both. But they'd never write about her the same. think the same.

She hangs on your every word, every approval. Grace, you call it. Romance, and her heart skips a little. She waits for more.

She takes another picture. Deletes it. unbuttons her pants. another. deletes it. another. deletes it.

She just wanted you to see. to see. to see.

She just wanted you to see that she's beautiful.