Botoxed!

Skin slowly tightened
Just fast enough to watch
Like a Shrinkydink in the oven
I watched with a tinge of shock

Then there she was
The woman I once knew
Now with skin two sizes too small
Stretched tightly across her skull

"Am I beautiful?"
She asked me earnestly
Her jaw moving in a horror show way
I vomited quietly into my shirt

I tried to find words
Her Skeletor face waiting
Waiting for approval
Waiting for my verbal erection

But it wouldn't come to my lips
Desperately I searched for some mental Viagra
Anything to inspire my arousal
But nothing would come

"You look quite......."
Her eyes implored me
Her lips pulled back
Revealing white teeth she could no longer hide

"....lovely?"
I finished weakly
On on upwards tone
A question mark real and implied

This skeleton princess
The love of my life
Now unrecognizable
Her eyes dissecting me like a knife

Anger gathered within her
Her trampoline tight skin cracking
Blue electric lightening escaping her face
Spreading as a wildfire
Enveloping her head
A mockery of Nick Cage's Ghostrider
Her voice starts a low wail
Now rising in pitch
Growing in volume and intensity
Louder than a jet engine now
In alarm I clamp my hands to my ears

"I did this for you!!"
Her banshee shriek fills my soul
I implanted my tits
I lipo'd my hips
And puffed up my lips!!

I trimmed my labia
I colored my hair
Capped my teeth
I changed myself everywhere!!

Her voice finally cracked
Her electric fire went out
Her visage collapsed inward
Her plea became a doll's shout

"I just wanted to be perfect for you"
Those beautiful now protruding eyes cried
Causing my own to well up with tears
Because like I've told you before
At every 'beauty treatment' juncture

You were perfect
You complete me as you are
No changes are necessary
None at all, not by far

From the minute you wake up
With not a shred of makeup on
Your are what I've always thought of
When the word beauty comes to mind

But
With every beauty treatment
And every surgery you take
Every change you pay for
Your beauty is less and less

And I don't speak of just the outside
All this seems to be eating at your soul
Turning it black
Looking for approval
From who
I do not know

You who are not the one I fell in love with
For now there is nothing left
I wash my hands of you my love
For that is what you'll always be to me
At least the you from the past
The you that lives on only in my head