Shells and Seeds
by Anitra L. Freeman

 

My armor is forged and plated
over many years.
Etched
   polished
     inlaid
intricate beautiful patterns of power.
Admired
   applauded
     immune from all attack.

Dear God,

cleave it apart.
Burn it off.
Within
a small pale flower
is about to die.


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