"The air a library and the record of every life lived, every sentence spoken, every word transmitted still reverberating within it."
-Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See
my story is written
rosacea judgements of perfection
steel string callouses, faded
and earth-hardened soles...
absorbed from the wind
from words and heartbeats
to seep out like garlic
sloughed and renewed
my story is still
(from a #fieryverse Twitter prompt)