It seems like only when
he thinks he’s got it right
that a surge of ancient strength
rises up his skeleton
but it’s only when her words
begin to proves him wrong
that he starts to understand
how bones can slowly melt;
made of humble jelly
bending through a brittle husk
and, in the heat of battle, really
nothing’s worth too much.
She tells him – til he gets it,
working out what strength is.
i truly like this. do we ever really understand how we affect the very framework of others?
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