staring into a sheet of glass
reflecting my visage.
paled cheeks painted with a rose
and a nose brushed with scarlet.
thin ribbons fall across my face
in a disheveled yet elegant mass.
my eyes glisten like two emeralds,
affixed to pearls and pinned with onyx.
i hear an instrument of my design
releasing short, clear notes
that glide about the narrow room.
and on the inside i am
but at least i cry pretty.