Beauty Kills

November 19, 2008
By Victoria Whitworth, Park City, UT

Beauty Kills

She cuts with rapid motion,
Slicing the hair from its roots,
Spinning the victim in their chair.
The hair is. . .

Vibrant,


Exuberant,





Incredible.

The mirror cracks with the face of beauty
Her sharp edges have created.

The ray of light hits her silver with a flash,
Her ability to slice will blow them all away.
Her handles are fierce with fury,
Opening and closing.

The piercing sound sends a bolt of fear through the
Air.

And suddenly she is over. . .


The beauty could,


Kill.



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