Stripped | poem

I was a soldier, once. We all were;
A perfectly pristine array stalking the border, taking orders from the sun.
I’ve won battles against beetles and my body bottles raindrops.

You strip me of my armor.
Beneath layers of jade, my skin is ripe and gold, my blood sticky
And slippery in your clumsy claws.

I was made from nephilim teeth.
I capture your soul, and
Your mouth becomes a fountain.
Your fingers pick silk,
Leaving me nude.


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