origami

by mandaceehb

ageing like origami

limbs folding into themselves,

twisting, deforming,

retreating into disuse

smooth unwrinkled paper, we begin

but age comes and doesn’t go

guards rise, secrets hide beneath

every fold and fracture,

physical manifestation of hurt

creases etch themselves into every crevice of

us

in the end,

we are multi-faceted masterpieces

planes of concealment

that reveal nothing of

us

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