Love Poem: Origami Organs
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Written by: Matthew Bailey

Origami Organs

With nowhere else to turn,
I'm driving this defective time machine off a cliff 
I'm the lead detective but I'm off this case 
If blankets and pillows can harmonize as weapons, 
Then consider this a sleep of faith 
A gas mask couldn't save me from this room you've filled 
with tantalizing radiation you call a breath of fresh air 
Brothers from different smothers 
And I know that life is short 
But with all this going into my lungs, 
I might as well take a hit to get there first 
And I know that life isn't fair 
But brothers in control together, stay together
And in a race to my lungs,
I know what could get there first
And in a race to my ears,
I know you would lay your curse 
on thicker and cozier 
than a wolf in sheep's clothing
And moving forward without knowing 
Is looking like my ticket out of this hell hole 
If your goal was for me to fear you,
You won in the wrong way
I only fear the that I'll grow further out of this 
And unfasten this mask 
And pump my breathing tubes with a heavy dose of ignorant bliss
Which we both know is just your poison in lavenders clothing