By Nikki
Date: 1 December 1999

Unbuilding

Unsettling, your gaze that strips me down to my barest, innermost pieces.
Discarding my masks, my emotional barriers as if they were little more than 
 dollar-store specials.
Easily replaceable and too cheap to last long anyways.
But the truth is, until now my walls were built by strong hands, hands that 
tried to tear them down and ended up resurrecting them when the bottom brick 
was kicked out and the walls came tumbling down around me.
But your hands, subtly soft and deceivingly gentle, are helping me take down
 my Great Wall a bit at a time.
Let us both hope that in the future we have no need for a line of defense like
the one we're tearing apart.