Warrior
By Keren Dibbens-Wyatt
Origami doll
folded in on my former self
shallow breathing on a bed
flapping flimsy scales
weighing heavy on heart
flat out barely able
to scrape a second dimension
Paper Samurai
sword bent and rusty
paper cuts now ancient
memories course through
a forgotten centre
lemon juice burning
cures that cost and never heal
Is this still me,
this pale tissue shadow
held together by sticky tape and grace?
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