Unfolding the Folds
She took the four corners of her world,
and folded them
into a perfect image of him.
An origami of myopic perception.
Nevertheless, there came a day
when his existence began to annoy her;
when was that? Time buries such moments.
She told herself such feelings were natural;
however, the scales and the fangs,
the forked tail, and the talons
were something else.
Her mother had warned her:
it was never the big things,
each minor irritant was (in reality),
an unresolved murder.
Eventually, she learned to tolerate him;
red wine and dark chocolate helped.
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