Caught Red-handed

She permitted her ink to permeate through the paper....

She watched in awe, as the paper altruistically inscribed her sorrows away...

She saw poetries being engendered through a mere pen.

Her sentiments laid naked on the paper...

Her soul's unheard invoiced melancholy laid naked and alive...

"Ah!" Her soul whispered, the paper had yet again managed to catch her red-handed.

The poetries entangled her dilemma of her worth, the pen shackled her grief, the paper, it just made her smile and wither her sorrow away...

They observed her naked emotions, her bare self, without millions of filters and gazillions of masks,

Yes, they caught her red-handed and engendered that most beautiful curve she fabricated as she smiled,

Yes, they caught her red-handed and kept a true earthling alive in this abhorrent mass of fake mortals who foisted the mask of "perfection"...