There’s something oddly beautiful about a piece of crumpled up paper. The words lose their meaning and take on texture, melding with other fragments of folded sentences. The words, the one thing you thought still had meaning, are now denatured enzymes—useless. But didn’t you used to love beautiful destruction?

AnnaLise Sandrich lives in California, where she writes for the Redwood Bark. Her work has been published in Short Fiction Break and will soon appear in 101 Words.