Our life is a reflection of what we allow ourselves to see and be.
Seating in front of the shattered mirror
staring balefully at her reflection with brows in a furrow
she surveyed the expanse of her buxom parts
and noted with dissatisfaction that every jiggly part
was most definitely heading South.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
South, The Daily Post Prompt.
When you buy my book, you support me in an invaluable manner.
Brand me whole as only you can
That the entire score of me
Knows nothing but the fullness of you.