Unthank

Wrapped in this protective skin I barely feel
the bruise you intended to my soul.
Once that skin was burned bare
naked before you;
the heat is gone.
I am at last able to close my eyes
and not remember the taste of you
the sound of your voice
close whispering;
my skin an obsidian glittering case
perfected by flame
and quenched by your cold eyes.
I shall not be moved again
even in hate
even in love
even ever again
by the words
with which you wish to salve
these old scars.