I stood upon my ramparts
Watching every projectile come towards me
Missiles assailing to harm me
Not your normal enemy
But what I made a part of me
Another loving piece
No worries
Not about my life
My existence
Actual concern for
My assailant
My assailants
As I watch
the cuts, gashes and wounds
Blossom and explode
Upon me
I merely see
Look into the flames
Ingest what is brought against me
Silently
the soft click of
another vault door closing
preparation for another
transitioning
Compartmentalization
Complete
from the chocolatezeus collection 10/23/17 (c)
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