The Blood & The Bones

don’t run.
don’t run.
don’t run.

this fear, this doubt..
they are only temporary.
or are they?
because for so long they have lived here.
embedded into who I am.
building walls.
making a home of me.

and, if I’m being honest, I know that in my head everything ends.
why not do it on my own terms?
before it’s too late.
I know better than anyone that pain is so much easier to bear when it is self-inflicted.

the blood

& the bones