Tag: Paper Crane

I sat quietly as my body was folded and unfolded
each crease a perfect streak through the sunflowers staining my skin

I lifted my chin as my voice box was removed and placed in a box
carved of wood with intricate vines trailing across the lid

I watched as my outstretched arms turned into paper wings
that caught fire and burned brightly through the night

I became a crane seeking comfort in the stillness of the room
and the warmth of my fire