MADE OF PAPER

made of paper

estefaaano_writes 

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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, 

we write our poems.

hoping that the ink will stain letters,

and spell the words of the reasons.

we layer our dreams, 

hoping what overlaps will transform us.

and give us the truth about

                         how heavy it is to be lightweight. 

we deflate,  collapsing bodily husks          

into mere effigies of future becomings.

burnt by desire, to finally assume that elusive, 

taking the honest shape 

of our meaning.