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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