The Blood & The Bones

I don’t know what to write about you now yet, there is something there, clawing to get out. Like teeth on the inside of my chest, ripping at the other side of my skin, gnawing, threatening, still, to rip me apart.

It is there, always… wrapping restless fingers around my thoughts and heart even when I have stuffed words and reason down it’s throat. When I have tried, without shame but with definite desperation, to kill it, to suffocate it, to cut it into pieces but nothing will take the life of it completely. It will not die. It’s still here but now the beast has no face, not even yours.

LL