Ingenue

By Sanya Bali

Sure looks like a meager book,

But the stories inside make it no lighter than any other that exists.

The pages- soft and fragile by choice,

For the hardness and bitterness only kills what’s left of living.

However, underestimating was never an option.

Be mindful of your actions as your fingertips turn to attempt to grasp the pages,

For those who dared untimely bled unexpectedly

Or so it seemed.

It was all simmering underneath.

Perhaps, the book wasn’t for you.

Or perhaps, in the first place,

She didn’t want it to be you.

By Sanya Bali