@Minnie 21 December 2020 more from that month

Smile

These fists are a sword, My leg, a guillotine,  My feet are a mace, My forearm is a lance. These weapons of mine, Making up this hollow body. Another hollow body, Younger than me, No rust on his blades, He gives a smile of daggers. A husk, A shattered core, Blood on my rusted blades, Nicks and cuts to my steel, Another boy is gone. I feel the strain in my core, The creeping of ruin and rust. Another hollow weapon approaches, And sees the broken blades surrounding me. He gives a smile of daggers.