Prena Poetry

I wonder if you ever wake up one morning and decide to wear your flaws that has been sitting neatly folded underneath your courage. I wonder if you ever stare at your body, and fall in love it, like as if it is the finest form of art you have ever seen. But i know you don’t know that. Because since the day you understood that your flaws bloomed from your own aching skin, you tore it off and decided to cover yourself with somebody else’s opinion.

Oh silly, hold, how will you escape your own hell?

—2019