carried out on my shield

if time

is measured out

coffee spoons

cigarettes

then masculinity

is earned in small battles

lost too

but won

And each time

I set foot into the smallest

arena

a room

and the sword of my actions

fits well into my hand

fight without an audience

but goddammit

fight

I do, and the blood goes cold

Sometimes at the thought of it

But what choice do I have?

We know,

Fight with the intention of winning

Or dying in the attempt

I slipped into the world

And my shield came to me

When I leave

I will be

Carried upon it

With your tears drying on my cheek

And the imprint of your lips

Warmer than my skin

Published by MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here. You can find more about me here: http://wp.me/P4B2tw-1 Represented by SMART Talent Agency (http://www.smart-talent-kent.co.uk/) I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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