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..