It’s not like it’s unfamiliar
Arms up, take the cuts
Let one or two hits breakthrough
A couple of shallow wounds to criss-cross my heart
(Does it feel better, to see me bleed?)
But I am old enough to know
When I need armor and when I don’t
My fingers ghost the bracers
I wait for the swords to drop
There is more wisdom in peace
Than in war
But I grip my own sword
For no justice of yours
Will make me stand by
And let myself be run through
With Love,
Natalie