Red pens and inky marks.

A poem about imperfection and not being able to escape it. Mild references to bulimia.

Strategic camera angles make for pointed chins,

Careful now, hold that stomach right in,

Edit it later on Photoshop,

And dream oh dream of what you could be,

But sadly for us Mia can see right through you and me.

 

She marks off imperfections in red pens and marks,

‘There’s no room for an ounce of sympathy!’ she barks,

‘So gouge your throat, do be a dear,

Why deny your weakness? There’s nothing to fear.’

 

Perfection in a reflection is all we need to be free.

 

 

Author's Note

Not the longest of poems but I think it works well.

Reviews

[Naomi Montana Walsh]

I have a friend that somehow believes the image she has created in photoshop retouches..once she gets the picture just right it makes her happy.. interesting and it says a lot although short.

[L.G. Knight]

This is interesting. my mom is a photographer and I see her photoshopping all the time. Very well written. I like the rhyme

[Legion]

Interesting piece. Vanity is a slow death to all. Reminds me a bit of my piece "Perfecshion". Good write. Kudos to you.