Armor

What's behind that Jiffy-Pop foil that you used as armor? A thin, onion paper barrier from the vexing world... You hid within plain sight... In the hot, unforgiving afternoon light... Like a broken bird trying to take flight... The putrid smell of regret claws and scrapes at my nose... I lay the useless shovel and gloves in the truck along with your tattered clothes... I spray off the scarlet from my tired hands with your garden hose... I breathe in the silence as the voices subside... Should have had better armor, or you should have learned how to hide..