– Armour –
I wear my sleeve
as a gauntlet of armour,
my heart hardened
when borne upon it.
The stain of blood
from older wounds
soaks through my surface
until the memory
of that damage
is all that remains.
– Armour –
I wear my sleeve
as a gauntlet of armour,
my heart hardened
when borne upon it.
The stain of blood
from older wounds
soaks through my surface
until the memory
of that damage
is all that remains.