Drenching Origami Wings
A forehead wrinkles
at the pounding of water from the sky
It kind of wishes that
it could d
r
o
w
n out
thoughts and feelings
but it only serves
to m a g n i f y them
background droll music
to an overthinker's mundane life
a fold here,
a crease there
origami wings
that are limp,
drenched
looking pretty lonely and pathetic
under, that, crying, sky, , , ,
, , , ,
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