MADE OF PAPER

 

by: 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.