The weight of his words .. not paragraphs, not stories. Just a line here and there. A few letters holding hands becoming a cannon. This man could sink the ship that is me with a single poetic flick of his tongue.
He was the only thing that could stop me dead in my tracks. And he knew it.
Like a cannon ball through the hull just as I was trying to get away.
He was the unwilling anchor.
Yet somehow a beginning and not an end.
the blood
& the bones
The Blood & The Bones 
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