Theivery.

In a world taken over by technology
It is not easy
To avoid and hide from
Cameras—
A popular electronic
Enjoyed by many
That are meant
To capture memories
In the form of pictures to keep forever.

“Photographers” are everywhere;
On the train, in the streets, at the beach,
Dying to get that perfect photo
Of those exotic flowers
Or that intriguing stranger.

When one with odd beliefs about cameras
Sees the unmistakable
Flash
Of a camera
Hit them like lightning,
Their whole world freezes
In a wave of panic
As they slowly turn their head
To spot the human
With the camera
Pointed directly at them.
The picture taken
Inches its way out of the camera—
It’s a Polaroid.
The victim of the photographer wishes
That with unfamiliar speed
He could
Run,
Snag the photo,
And disappear.
But instead
He just stands there,
Horrified,
As he fades away
With his soul.