Over Exposed


Thank you India Hobson for the photo


It steals us away,
just like the old-ones used to believe.

Every click leaves me less of myself,
adds more of what you need me to be.

See how pale I am, how near
to the surface my veins run?

My skin is thinner and thinner,
my self so over exposed

that soon you will no longer
be able to see me at all.

8 Responses to Over Exposed

  1. Jotting Pen says:

    Excellent. Very emotive. You write a good story of someone on the edge.

  2. brian says:

    mmm…i like this one…you convey much in this short verse…there are those that believed or maybe even still that it takes a little of ones soul

    • SallyJ says:

      I think it may – in a certain frame of mind I can look at photos and wonder what the camera may have missed, misunderstood, or, dare I say it, stolen from its subject.
      Thanks for reading and commenting.

  3. I’ve decided I want to feed her cream cakes and plump her up a bit after reading this…:)

  4. dustus says:

    I like how your poem reveals the loss of authenticity through the perpetuation of images of the real thing. Nice infusion of the myth too.

    • SallyJ says:

      thank you …I really would have liked to spend longer on it, but maybe it says what I needed , short as it is. Thank you for reading and commenting

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