Break My Bones

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It’s time to grow a second skin

A chainmail cloak to keep me

From the wounding jabs

That flurry in


This self-willed exoskeleton

Will shield my naked nerves

As a buffer to protect me

From the too-sharp world


I wear my outrage outwardly

Apparel makes my fear apparent

Of the pokers and the prodders

Who would seek to pierce me


Yes, misanthropy decides my dress

Now this, my armour, will allow me

To progress in places

Occupied by bitter enemies


They will remember me

As one who could not easily be maimed

Who leaves their arrows blunted

And their battle planners shamed

Created: Mar 06, 2014

Tags: armor, poetry

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