She had
that kind of smile
that was piercing;
once it fixed on you,
you were going to be
broken,
no matter how iron
your will,
no matter how strong
your shield.
She did not slip a dagger
between
the plates of your armor
so much as already have it borne
within
your own heart,
a secret weapon that came
through
between
your ribs,
from the inside
out.
Love and War
