The Blood & The Bones

Hope can be a cheat, a swindler.
So very cunning, that one.
She is like the places that jut out up the rock face, beckoning you to keep climbing even though not every place can hold the weight.
I knew hope had her ways.
Even well prepared, there is always a chance I would succumb.
I am human and humans crave love.
But your doubt and disappointment were seeping through your pores.
You reeked of it and said as much in other words and gestures..
I felt it in every gap.
And sat with it in that tiny space as the windows frosted over.
I died a little in its constant embrace every time the bed squeaked with disappointment.
For it was clear that I was not her..
The one I had been..
Or the one you lost first.

the blood
& the bones