The Blood & The Bones

and as it sits, ever more

on the tip of my tongue

I refuse to speak it, to utter

the name of the one

who took life from me

yet left me breathing

I won’t say it

for fear I might speak it and lose

all thats left of this

even pain can be held tightly and cherished against your chest and behind your lips

if it is all that is keeping you from coming undone

the blood

& the bones