With taut skin
In fiery bleach
Scores forge new heights
For the blonde
And statuesque

True beauty
The impossible leap
Where the world must fawn
Or be cast in the muck

Where there is no blemish
No plague of scars
To inspire the climb
Of downtrodden eyes

Taut skin and bone
Must take to the helm
Unburdened and full
In each trivial glance

The droves all claw
For a passing glimpse
To graze their sorrows
For but a moment’s relief