I am made of indestructible skin.
My heart carries the armor.
My words win tactile warfare.
My words cut sharp marks underneath your skin.
It stings from the rang of truth.
I spoke my truth.
What\'s your truth?
Cannonballs of fire.
Shouts of declarations.
Swords clinking in silence.
Cries of despair.
The slamming of doors.
The silence after.
The fear of after.
The sleep to come later.