All To Vanity
The woman in a bun settles on her chair.
This creaks in the presence of hers weight.
The mirror in front of her reflects hers intense beauty.
An almost completed reflection, yet so distant from the truth.
Her vanity preventing her from seeing the real monster that she is.
The blinding up to the point to see only an illusion.
Who seems to her nevertheless authentic.
But she is only disillusion.
Maxime Moulin