Origami Girl

Change is on the horizon. I can feel it, hear it. Like a hundred thousand elephants thundering towards me. I can’t see them. Can’t distinguish their tree trunk legs and wing-like ears through a haze of dust.

But I know they’re coming.

I can’t tell which way to run to avoid them, don’t know how to escape. Soon one or ten of them will swoop in my direction, pound me flat with their sledgehammer hooves. Crush my bones. Spill my blood.

Change my flesh into paper.

I hold my breath and wait. For the destruction that will change me, transform me. For the God I love to pick up the edges and fold them, ever so gently, make this human vessel into something different.

Something unexpected. Something beautiful.

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