WEAK

I was a soft flabby thing.

witless, wearying, weeping,

I was weak.

I was soft

I was small

until you

you and the fire under my butt

over my body

burning all the weakness out of me

burning the fat

hardening it

into something stronger

something colder

something sharper.

Invulnerable now

there is none of the weakness

none of the emotion

none of the poverty of will.

Now there is nothing

but this case-hardened iron creature

before you.

Are you happy?

Is this what you wanted?