The Blood & The Bones

duality.

there is bad in me
a thing that festers and drums
waiting for it’s turn to take over
when the better parts of myself
fail to succeed with grace and composure
his methods of resolution are often messy
but they are thorough and brusque
sharp and piercing
unlike the softness this side tries to emulate
he is my necessary evil
when the switch is flipped
I am at his mercy
and yet despite the aftermath that I have witnessed
covered in the blood of resistance
I know as well as my deceiver
I don’t love the devil in me
but I don’t hate him either

the blood
& the bones

• I feel no shame for his deeds. He would not have come about had he not been forced to •