Blood

Clench your fist. Let your nails dig into your skin. Can you hold hard enough to draw blood?
I choose.
Physical pain is so much easier to deal with. Soothe. Explain. Release.
Wishing I could share the pain of another. Absorb the poison into me.
And let it flow. Or fester.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Let me be selfish then.

Why must others endure what I can?

Offerings at the altar of love.

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