Beauty
Beauty is a curse my beloved.
Beauty blinds me unto those caring.
Never knowing if they see me.
Or perhaps shadows of former ideals.
Beauty is fleeting, and nevermore adoration.
Once perfection is achieved, it runs.
It runs unto a new course.
Once it was voluptuously large, loving.
Recently it was thin, angry, obedient.
Redefining beauty, it is myself beautifully.
“I grow very fond of this place, and it certainly has a desolate, grim beauty of its own, that has a curious fascination for me.” – Theodore Roosevelt on the Bad Lands
Beauty is often a reflection of horror.
Thank you for the challenge Unbolted!
Brigid Faye, Reader 
Perfect!
Love this line:
Once perfection is achieved, it runs.
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Thank you! I was just thinking about how when I achieve the “perfect” look it’s no longer deemed perfect
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We all look forward for perfections only to know there is a better and more. 😀 But there are intermittent perfects. 😀
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