Paper Airplane
I’ve assembled my sharpest words
composing them into a letter
the words are cutting and strong
they bite and savor what’s left
they burn through it all
like acid in a plastic bag
I’ve steel-plated the paper
folded it up nicely
straight lines
perfectly lined up edges
It’s a steel-plated paper airplane
ready to cut through the air
ready to cut through with no scare
slicing through the sky
blinding your eyes with its glare
It’s off into the ether
sailing on its thin metal body
racing to catch all lost time
dashing through cotton-white clouds
it will surely rip the distance apart
Its pointy edge finding you amongst shadows
Hot steel-paper landing on your chest
its words spilling over
melting the skin
like hot iron touching ice
like a shark fin cutting through water
its words shaking you to the core
Like a dagger through your heart.
– A. Garcia