I am unfolding.
My origami magick is stealthy.
Hidden in each crease is an undulating word.
Paralleled by bent lines and softened corners.
I am unfolding.
My fortune telling comes in a series of yes or no questions.
1, 2, 3, 4. Red, White, Yellow, Or BLACK.
It all feels beige.
They all seem transparent.
If I was daring- I would crumple myself up and get recycled.
If I was unfolding and unfurled I would smooth out the creases.
This black marker would write, "Fake it, til you make it."
or
"keep it simple, stupid."
Or
"I love you. I'm sorry."
So I take each corner, and neatly fold everything back into place.
What shape does it take?
A crane.
A flower.
A frog.
A diamond.
My fortune telling only comes in yes or no questions.
No- I do not wish to be any of those creatures.
It all feels beige.
Red. Yellow. White. Black.
Folding.
Folding.
Stop.
My origami magick is stealthy.
Hidden in each crease is an undulating word.
Paralleled by bent lines and softened corners.
I am unfolding.
My fortune telling comes in a series of yes or no questions.
1, 2, 3, 4. Red, White, Yellow, Or BLACK.
It all feels beige.
They all seem transparent.
If I was daring- I would crumple myself up and get recycled.
If I was unfolding and unfurled I would smooth out the creases.
This black marker would write, "Fake it, til you make it."
or
"keep it simple, stupid."
Or
"I love you. I'm sorry."
So I take each corner, and neatly fold everything back into place.
What shape does it take?
A crane.
A flower.
A frog.
A diamond.
My fortune telling only comes in yes or no questions.
No- I do not wish to be any of those creatures.
It all feels beige.
Red. Yellow. White. Black.
Folding.
Folding.
Stop.
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