​a life
folded into
a lie
sadness folded
till creases
seem a

a riot
of laughing
folded together
infect all
around them
with joy
except one

loneliness hurts
grief cuts
slicing paper
hearts into
falling silently
into the
empty darkness

jealousy wrapped
in friendship
greed crimped
and pleated
cloaked in
peacock feathers
to distract
from envy

fiery rage
and paper
will never
mix well
anger consumes
then starves
then dies
and nothing
but ash

calm contentment
a truth
people see
as a
bent and
twisted and
tucked into
conforming with
societies perceived
comfortable made
uncomfortable so
everyone feels
the same


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