The origami girl

Within one night, with her fingers agile, she makes an origami of your life. She leaves you at dawn, her perfume on your lips, the origami on the bed. You are still dazed, and uncomprehending. And it is only once you want it back, your life, that it weighs nothing more. Folded, emptied, neither sense nor substance. You are left with an overwhelming absence which submerges you, an ocean that swells with every heartbeat and overflows through your eyes.

Hannah Dusar1 October 2014