Jasmine oil ran thick and yellow
Down her wrist
She dabbed it on her neck
And it flowed like honey
And smelled like summer
She adorned her fingers in rings
And tied her hair
In extravagant clips
And combs
Her youth radiant
Her pride swelled
Her rich black hair cascading

Then...

She felt the years slip through her fingers like sand in an hour glass
Wasted sand
Wasted time

She spent her youth
Spent her beauty
Spent her health
And stood withered before her mirror
The reflection was strange
The image starring back, foreign
An alien,
The black dye in her hair faded
Her hair frizzled from years of tormenting it
Her face heavy from years of drinking
Her figure altered from excessive party’s and feasting

How she wished
She could turn the hourglass
But it was immovable