Too Willing


you cut
until the holes
were so deep
you could just
reach in

and twist my insides
into little origami figurines
paper cranes so delicate
i might let them fly away

and not even notice
the little pieces of me
they took with them
as they grazed the skies

painting the clouds
crimson with my own blood
i would cry out of joy
not even noticing the pain
left from the void

it almost felt beautiful
so i let you cut more
because you made me
feel like art

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