Prose – Weapons of War


– Weapons of War –

My body is a battlefield,
and I have gone to war.
My flesh is an armour
that I must strip away
to let you touch my heart.
I have fought for stolen land,
and lost territory within myself
which can never be recovered.
I search in you not an ally,
but a weapon for my own mass destruction.
And I will be your weapon too,
when such damage is needed,
until that time when you are ready
to make peace with those kindred demons
which still seek to avail you.