Small-Moments

Bound to life by flesh and blood. It’s my flesh, my blood. It’s their flesh, their blood too. I am their daughter, sister, and grandbaby. They are my flesh, they are my blood. They are my body, my life. They are here, I am here. We are bound, by flesh and blood. A handful of pills, in my drawer, in my mouth. In my flesh and blood. A razor on my flesh, warm water red with my blood. My flesh and blood. I am poisoned, I am drained. I am almost done, almost gone. My flesh and blood is ravaged. My flesh and blood is dying. I have betrayed my own flesh and blood. An embrace I can see, a warm hug goodnight. A meal shared in laughter, a k