Fatal Stare by Yasmine Elouarradi

 Angel of Death by Evelyn De Morgan (1881) 

  Fatal Stare

how deadly true beauty is

and how terrible death can be

we should know beauty is terror

and death the mother of thee

soft, quiet, and unassuming

beauty never is, for beauty is horror

it is always scary, never a whisper

always a plea, the act of a roarer

It will grip you by the throat

and stab its nails into your flesh

just as life slowly leaves your eyes

it’ll squeeze tighter, it’ll thresh

As death inches and mocks

it’ll leave a scar, a mere breath

you’ll cough and you’ll wheeze

But at least you won’t face death

Beauty is a cynical trickster

a fox that outwits its foes

it’ll claw at you and spit you out

anything you think of, it knows

beauty sat on my left today

death was close, on my right

but just as you sat across us

their presence was out of sight

I searched, questioned, and called

they couldn’t have gone far

but just as I looked into your eyes,

death and beauty, there they are

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Congratulations to Yasmine Elouarradi for being the first winner of the 1st edition poetry contest

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