With scissors out of the fog I cut out

With scissors out of the fog I cut out origami - carefully drawing out lines and intricate images of the past into something bigger, than chewy Gummi Bears. I cut out of the fog a flamingo - with a fiery above the beak halo and wings, that looked like a dream. Having cut my hands to shreds on the sharp from memory sounds, the fog carefully poured me into the mouth spicy from dreaming rum.