A like

Pose
pause.
Adjust one’s hair, tilt one’s head, re-angle.
Snap
stare.
The internal monologue voices harsh critique,
denounce
delete.
Pose, pause, adjust, snap, stare. 
Denounce, delete. A cycle on repeat.
Time rapidly eclipsing in a bid to capture a fictitious ideal…
all for a like.

Cropping
contrasting.
Tweak the background, modify the flaws, enhance.
Sharpening
shadowing.
The blemishes carrying hidden beauty get brushed over,
fixing
filtering.
Vista, Vogue, Sienna, Moon, Mayfair.
Polish, perfect. A manufacturing of effect.
The picture is distorting at the touch of a slider…
all for a like.

Caption,
crow.
Add location, tag one’s friends, flaunt.
Bluff,
bluster.
The beautified image needs glamorised prose,
hyperbolise,
hashtag.
#follow, #fun, #tbt #style, #swag.
Exult, exclaim. A yearning of fame.
A meticulously crafted moment published…
all for a like.

But the tale of the viewer is no formula,
its an inner, insta-ntaneous phenomena.
For every manicured shot espied,
anxiety and inadequacy brew inside.
But before you compare 
remember
reflect:
reality, charade:
#alike.