The lies have wrought their own piece:
Intricate curls, gilt and glamour
to showcase the shame.
Glass beads set in the mask
carved dream of humanity:
Her perfection is without equal.
How I despised her, and her magpie eyes.
Unyielding presence, a thing possessed – she watches
Empty shell! Your partner quit your side forever.
How he must have loathed your
porcelain, so cold beneath
But now my heart is merely sickened
to watch you sit and stare.
Skin once flush and heated is now
Chilling, startling to touch.
Eyes whose life once boiled, flooding my heart,
reflect the world without wonder.