Collection_Denouement: TheArmor

The armor

My armour is cared for by birds tying my threads, creating walls making their nests.

Sometimes it weighs me down and I just want to undo it and become naked and meaningless.

But then the words come and then I die of hope of silences and oblivion

That's why I take it back -although it is also my gag- to shelter my wounded heart.