Armor & Arrows

I don’t want to send you out into this world without armor and arrows; until you know the crack and swing of bone — until you can close your fist around it. There’s a trick to smiling with blood in your mouth: Wide — like each stained tooth is a ruby you’re selling. Wide — like Moses split your lip instead of the sea — and you’re finally going home. I watch from the window and pray your legs won’t stop. I watch from the window and pray your body won’t drop. Baby,hurry, it’s raining fire tonight.

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