Beauty

Beauty raged.

Beauty roared.

A torrent gushing out,

And with a shout,

Out spewed Beauty.

User shrieked.

A thump

And a grump

Was heard,

But peaking was not an option.

As daring as she could be,

And to a certain degree,

User peaked.

And with that peak, she saw

Saw Beauty.

Stretching and yawning

Sullen and cunning

Beauty awakened,

Her eyes stretching with fury,

Her fists rounding with rage.

Horrified.

Petrified.

No words could describe

Her feeling,

When she and Beauty collided.

“You make me scared;

You make me vain;

You abuse your power,”

She cried.

Beauty scorned;

Beauty jeered;

Beauty tossed her flowing hair.

Beauty smirked with her lush lips.

And then not a movement came from Beauty.

A mark,

A big, red streak

A mighty slap.

One that flew straight at Beauty

Blemishing her celestial cheeks.

A gasp,

A cry,

A moan,

And then a deafening yell.

User’s wrath bounced higher and higher.

“You made me scared,

Only to make me angry,

I’ve had enough

So listen up,

I’m the boss.”

Beauty bowed her hypnotizing head

A pitiful groan did spread.

A smug grin was plastered on User’s face

As she thought she had won the race.

Beauty waited.

“You have not won the race

It has just begun.”

User looked up.

Beauty poised her head high,

Cunningly she beamed.

She spun around

Holding her ground.

With a swipe,

Without a sound,

She ruled once more.

With a mock,

Without a movement,

User regained her power.

Their triumphant glories

All just a short story.

Beauty restarted.

Her resolve,

Gave her a long-lasting glory

She twirled User round n’ round

And caught her spellbound.

User’s choppy hair

Turned to soft waves.

Her droopy eyes

Started to behave.

Chapped lips were full and smooth

Her face was like when she was a youth.

She was not just a somebody

As trendy outfits covered her body.

Beauty overtook her.

User danced;

User admired herself;

User gave in;

User began her vain journey—

Yet again.

Beauty had won.

Beauty surpassed her.

Beauty was undefeated.

No one could,

No, not one could escape Beauty.

“You made me angry.

You made me upset.

I’ve had enough.

Look now,

Who’s the boss?

I am the boss.”