Flesh slamming into flesh to prove I was impenetrable.
I no longer need sweat and bruises to prove I am alive.
I never jumped from city rooftops, fell into city lights.
Sharp scimitars can be loved, too.
This is new to me, but don’t slow down.
Push me to sting myself
Take from me so I can relearn how to give.
So I can’t run away from my answers.