Little Origami Girl
Beware of paper cuts
Fold, crease, tuck
Fingertips whispering over corners
All in white you sit
Little hands work delicately
With petal-colored prints
If these floral folds held fragrance
They would not dilute the death
That hovers over you like a halo

Little Origami Girl
Beware of paper cuts
Your wounds are too deep
For mother's kisses
Swallow your medicine with a smile
You don't have very long
There is still so much for you to see

Little Origami Girl
Beware of paper cuts
The flutter of folded wings
Eyelashes pressed against your cheek
Your sterile sighs grow weary
As you sit there in seclusion,
Suffering from this delusion,
That a thousand paper cranes will save your soul