I have unfolded us

like origami,

dissected our borders,

the shadowed corners

of secrets

I have forced into

the light to mourn

like small bones of

birds, somehow sacred.

I have renamed

us where every

memory is not an

ache beneath my ribs

and every  thought is not

an assault on the dead.

I am the flush of peony

the color of healing scars.

pink carnations

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64 thoughts on “Paper Birds

  1. Oh, this is absolute gorgeous poetry! It is one of those poems I wish I had in an actual book so that I could read and re-read it over and over again, finding something new each time. 💖💖💖💖

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