"Love Thy Self"
Her hands wrap around the helix, doubled
with elbows crooked along the steel stubble
of a gleaming table. The child grows in her hands
with extremities sprouting, teeming with glands
and veins that plan the path early in human life.
Full of strife, the child will battle with all of his might
to break the plight laid for him since the womb
until the tomb. But he has one finger too few
and the missing part is of utmost importance.
The child grows rapidly into a woman, gorgeous
as the block she was chipped from in such haste,
disgraced by the mistake her mother might take
her own life. Or possibly live her life in regret.
But when it comes down to it, she likes her best.
Spitting image, copy of logic and beauty as well,
so she could never end life and be sentenced to hell.
Instead she smiles, and in a few hours the newborn
is fully grown. Taken to the shore dressed like whores
she takes out her camera and begins to insist.
Never thought she would become a narcissist.
Just to show. Goodluck bro.