The Touch of Skin to Bark

A series of peaks and valleys.

Old scars from unnecessary accidents, and a subtle joy that some evidence remains.

The sensation that defines reality, able to feel life’s weight, and warmth, and warnings.

Upon this bark lies the stories of the past.

Etched words to remember, and a subtle pain that the moment is over.

Fleeting memories that will be forever marked in each chip, and crack, and curve.


There is beauty in a sharp edge

There is beauty in a sharp edge,

A force of subtle danger that is also poised and controlled.

In the needle there is protection,

For the wilds of the world are fearsome.

So take pride in your needles that keep the sharp teeth at bay,

Always there is life worth protecting, draw forth now your sharpened swords.