My body is a living letter.

I may not know what's written,
But I can feel the prints pressing on me.

My soul is a breathing book.
I may forget what's recorded on the pages,
But I'm sure that many words are written here.

But my heart is a fragile fable,
A torching tragedy of humanity.
One single fire, and I will be lost forever.

- Lea (@prosenpoetry)