MADE OF PAPER
made of paper estefaaano_writes - we crimp our limbs, into origami, making creases out of our skins. attempting to prove these self-imposed bounds from all the sides of our form. we bevel corners to dull razor edges, only to realize, that paper cuts happen by the way we hold. in our skins, w e write our poems. hoping that the ink w ill stain letters, and spell the words o f the reasons. we layer o ur dreams, h oping what o verlaps will t ransform us. and give us the truth a bout how heavy it is t o be lightweight. we deflate, c ollapsing bodily husks into mere effigies o f future becomings. burnt by desire, t o finally assume t hat elusive, taking the honest shape of our meaning.
