Haiku Vanity

Blood no longer red,
as it collects that soft face.
Murky with white tints-

subliminal greed.
Her readiness to conceal,
every element.

Oh sweet heart so pure,
why don't you talk anymore?
Complacent disgrace.

Vanity's fair love,
you're safer in a mirror.
Ungrateful sinner.

With such harsh vigour,
such an undermined figure.
Go pout for the men.

It's all you can do,
to secure them once again.
Be silent with pride

that you don't deserve;
and break back with the pieces,
of vanity's nerve.