Embryonic dress

To be taken with a pinch of salt...

EMBRYONIC DRESS

 

I feel such a mess

In my embryonic dress

It’s not ready for you to see

Maybe it never will be.

 

It’s got holes in the wrong places

Got big bulges and lots of spaces

It’s got insides on the outside

And a really massive backside.

 

The proportions are all wrong

And it’s plain for all to see

That I’m so embryonic

And this dress is oh so me!

 

© D.Hinson

Reviews

[Gandré]

thanks for submitting my contest with this poem.
I think the poem is personal and that we always have an outside life and
inner life and the fact that we don't show the face, we keep our mysteries,
this is a kryptic inspiring poem. I loved it.