Vanity - Decay of the Soul

“Oh, look, how beautiful she is. How gracious. How elegant. How young. Look at her face. Her eyes. She looks like an angel. Oh she’s so blessed.”
And she was happy as everyone praised her.
The peoples awes and the vivid description of her stunning appearance pleased her.
She saw herself through the eyes of the others. She imagined her face. Young and innocent.
She can only imagine...
Because whenever she looks at the mirror, all she can see is her hollow sockets staring back at her as her rotting skin around them is falling to pieces...