Naked and Armoured MindsI feel like my mind is naked, walking through a crowd of minds wearing spiked plate armour over chainmail over padded leathers.Naked and Armoured Minds by =RichardAHallett
I do not smile, because I am terrified of them. They do smile, but only because of the manic grinning faces painted in bright colours on their helmets.
They stare at me, through the dark eye slits in their helmets. They ask why I do not smile. I struggle to answer, trying not to tell them that to me they are terrifying monsters.
When they do not like or understand my fumbling attempt at an answer, the armoured minds push me away with their spiked gauntlets, as they do to each other all the time. They cannot hurt each other through their armour, but their spikes tear through my bare skin, leaving wounds that may never heal.
I try to hide myself in a tattered cloak I found. Some of the time it works, and the grinning armoured minds don't notice me. But not always. I suspect that in the long term all the cloak will hide is that my flesh is hanging as tattered as