Rapidly fired at the head, the soul, the heart

Each hitting its mark

Penetrating deep and deeper until they explode, sending fragments throughout the being

Leaving their target to bleed out… or bleed in… or simply scar over in preparation for the next battle, when it will arrive less whole, but stronger, less fearful, but deeply wounded

After battle upon battle upon battle, though painful still, the words have lost their power

The head and soul and heart come armored


Not to fight, but to stand, to take back, to forge on, to live out

Tori Burris Inkley

July 2022

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