A re-write of "I am not for you"

[trixxification]

Surrounded by walls of dim cotton-wool
I stand alone.
Dust gathering in my pores
and bruises moving from aubergine to green,
I stand alone.

The revulsion has dissipated, fading with welts and
leaving with retreating foes.

Now I have razor wire for a tongue and mail for skin
- and I do not fear.

My mind dives and marathons,
it grows and steadies
as the light encompasses the dark.
and in the harsh blinding reflections
I come to realise that

I do not have to stand alone.