fair, fairer, fairest

I am terrified of this place:
the mirror stark and unforgiving,
dust balling in great swathes on the laminate.
Standing stock-still, eyes diverted
to middle distance and no further.
Lets not look upon it
'case a choking tear alert
and beacon unending disgrace.

Yet when the urge swells in me
momentarily I forget, it matters not
that cold, ugly shells encase.
But the sugar wings are shards now
delinquent in their grace
The shame, the shame of
vulgarity never ceases to amaze.