Destitute of sun and blush
she lends a rush of flush around
her radius of angel's face

the blasphemy of makeup, base
of alabastrine skin
tinged with feral redness, false,

an ephemeral yet lasting fall:
her singular turned numerous
for glamour's acrimony, glance.

And, yes, they see her sooner now,
embellishing emblazoned room
where much plainer craves consume.