Her heart was a book self.
Her vein was thread of word.
Her blood was ink.
Her brain was a typewriter.
Her hand was pen.
She portraited every character she encountered in her chapter of the book.
But, she padlocked her book,
Before writing the end.
She was scared to write her story.
Because she doesn't want to recollect her bitter past.
She doesn't wanna write about the stories of the people,
Where some hold the sentence and
Some hold a role of protagonist.
But, she want to free herself from her heavy feeling.
So, she write all the unsweetened stories as a book.
And burnt it.
Her pain evanesce away like the ashes of the paper vanish in the air...

© pikachu