Paper stomach folded to mimic a 1,000 origami cranes.
But eventually, disguised in bile, vomited luck
And watched it
Camouflage as overcast
Promising sunlight to fiends.
Her entrails are strewn like clouds
“Let’s meet disfigured & loyal,
Dine on oxygen.”
“I’ve heard it gets one high
Though breathing is a low-point
For my lungs.”
“Trust suffocating lungs more than a paper stomach.”