
I feel like doing it.
I can't let myself.
I will fall.
Deep into a hole,
a black hole of self-loathing.
Can't let myself fall.
Don't let her do it, Ana.
Keep her from pushing it,
The self-destruct button.
Anything but.
Anything but.
Anything but,
THAT.
It is the enemy.
Keep her on our side of the line.
No enemy lines to be crossed,
Today.
No,
Not today.
Down in the trenches,
She fights,
Kicking.
Screaming.
Shooting words of useless pain,
onto a bulletproof self.
Wounds,
Open,
Gaping,
Hungry.
Antibiotics, would help.
But at this stage of the game,
It's too late.
The war has been waged,
And it rages on.






