vent poetry
mantra
may 26 2021
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i am armored. i am the armor. i am inside my armor. i am nothing inside my armor.
i am the thread that keeps fraying loose from the braid. tie me back. i will split into strands again. i am wicker and bone. i am nothing inside my armor. touch me with a word and i will split into strands again.
who are you and who am i are the same question.
i'm not. i'm everything. you're everything. this truth is too much to hold in my hand. i do not see past the scowl on its face.
i am nothing inside my armor. do you exist and do i exist are the same question. i haven't decided yet. i am armored. i am the armor.