Captured

Stood in front of you
With a fashionable smile
Wore all covers
Posing as beauty…

Like a hunted deer
Free, but targeted
Your eyes on me
Saving your best shot…

Did I fit in the square?
Those four angles
My four limits
How could I dare?

Ask.
See.
Feel.
Believe.

You still stare
Through the glass
Like there wasn’t
Another side…

Flash, and I see
The lens reflects
The true nakedness.
A hit target…

In your hands
A real model
Worthy of that shot
Now lying, on shiny paper.

Spotted...
Chosen…
Taken…
Captured.

by Sofia Papadimitri

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