Everything about her was a lie. It’s plain to see plastic surgery had modified every inch of her body to resemble something that didn’t seem human anymore. She was more like a life-size plastic person now.
She claims to like herself. But does she really or only now because of the result? Would the average person who likes themself do all this altering if they did?
The gawkers on the beach walking past the photoshoot yelled in unison, “Hey, Barbie!” Laughing profusely, they continued on their way.
She looked as if she wasn’t sure whether to feel pride or shame.
In the dead of night, A nightingale sings aloud; Ants crawl near the nest.
Bighorn sheep combat! Simultaneous headbutt; Lamb runs down mountain.
Two glasses of wine, Enhance festoon laid table; Violinist plays…
BEASTS OF BURDEN
Alongside the barn, Harnessed Oxen stride forward; Axe lays near the shed.
Stratus clouds above, Combined with misty morning; Warm tea rests on porch.
On a cattle farm, Dog’s bark alarm Steers to flee; Red fox walks away.
Monica St Hillaire: Aspiring Writer – Writing has always been a passion of mine. Compiling words together will always be a challenge I shall withstand. My desire, to be the best Wordsmith I can be. A lover of traditional and modern Haiku, a field I hope to one day master.