An effect I thought I was impervious to

Butterflies
Uncertainty
Insecurity

My soul lingers on my skin
Like smoke on walls

I'm transparent.

Many men have come with their ice picks
Desperately chipping away at the cold encasing my heart
And here you are

A wildfire.
Restless and tactful
Every scar I have earned
My armor
In ashes.
I'm terrified
vulnerable
And

yours..