Papercrafting in the Dark

your-fiction

Gentle Night,

fold me into you

like origami.

Make me your jagged crane

and I will lift you up

and I will carry you.

I will be your Flight.

Night, we will fly.

My paper wings will leave streaks in your sky.

Your stardust will stain me like ashes.

Night, fold me

like you fold around me,

armoring me in your darkness,

bathing me in the glow of your moon.

 

Night,

I am folding myself into an airplane.

Your heartstrings are my destination.

Night, I am a note.

Play me.

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