Women die twice


She told him
that all the women
die twice.
The first time
is the day that
they grow old.
But now
there is a new place,
where capsules
of times,
are kept
to be sold.

Where an ageless
white angel
will promise comfort
and soothe,
While injecting her
with fluid
from the fountain of youth.

And he knew
the futility,
of any wisdom or praise
'Cause when she looks in the mirror,
her beauty is clouded
with haze.