Polaroid

With how things are betrayed in the media, does anyone stop and think about what this person was before their story aired?

The photo began collecting dust:
A thin film
fogging the glass pane of
the young girl's glowing skin,
her deep eyes reflecting the
excitement of her sixteenth birthday.
However, the snapshot might as well paint
where she slept breathlessly in the green,
where a red sweater dripped
around her arms,
how her tears froze her face
into a Polaroid of haunted composure ---
That is what everyone here
in this mourn box
are thinking of, anyway,
even a year after
"We found her!"
screamed across the screen.

Author's Note

Wrote this awhile back, but I'd love to hear what you think.

Reviews

[Shelby Everleigh]

It's entirely true. I've thought about it before, but put in those words I'm not sure if I'll be able to sleep at night anymore.

[Anonymous -]

The media only gives is the narrow snapshot of the snapshot , unfortunately the whole story never seems to make it out , just the portion they deem to show. The media sucks ! Haha. That what I meant. I liked your poem though !