The Instagram Influencer (Villanelle)

In Insta’s glow, you pose so tanned and tall,
Long legs, clear face, your aura chic and free,
Well-hidden is the shadow of your fall.

You drink champagne, a toast to followers all,
At gourmet feasts, your babies goo with glee,
In Insta’s glow, you pose so tanned and tall.

Curated home, designer clothes at call
In this bright world of joy and fantasy,
In Insta’s glow, you pose, still tanned and tall.

Now cracks emerge stark black on perfect walls,
Each brittle post, self-doubt no-one can see,
And shadows lurk, foretelling of your fall.

By day, you hide the truth by plastering o’er,
By night, hot tears express your agony,
It’s buried in the shadow of your fall.

Shut off your screen, let go the golden wall,
Dull day reveals the ashes of your dreams,
From Insta’s glow, where once you stood so tall,
Now stand in truth, no shadow, just the fall.