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