incumbent
Years of fire have
licked my skin
making it
delicate,
charred,
and abrasive.
He built up inside
to protect me.
To keep my soft insides safe.
He has tuned my alarms to be
more sensitive than is required.
They go off
when the wind blows too hard,
or when someone passes by a
little
too
close.
And when they do, he's
ready to fight.
It isn't fair,
and it isn't easy.
And it's too much for
me to fight
alone.
If you want in here,
you'll have to fight
the incumbent.
