The Maintenance Of Beauty

A girl went to shop at the beauty store

Beneath the voyeurist, white lights

The isles reserved itself to be disorienting

They almost became Siamese

Once she had gained all the essentials

She darted home

Every week

The girl had taken a maintenance shower

Through every tavern and cave of her body

She washed and slid a white sponge through

Underneath the sanctifying stream

She ridden all the suds of past and present

Ones that was made by said sponge at most

Then she proceeded to exfoliate

Up and down

The pricks of the punishable brush sheds her skin

Once she had peeked little white pulps of what was once her dermis

She knew that her renewal was fulfilled

After an invasive lotioning in Porcelain room

She had decided to look out the window

From across her block

A man took a slight glance at her soft prying

She sighed

She knew it was time for another trip to the store tomorrow