Rest and Be Thankful

by Emma Glass

told her she was strong like a tree and her red hair was autumn leaves falling.

We are all paper aeroplanes today, folding and unfolding, refolding to be sharper, to fly and succeed, but our aim is slightly off, one wing slightly bigger than the other, thrust into the air, tearing through the air, to wobble and nosedive and ripped up in the end because we didn’t make it. This is how we feel.