Life

We all have skeletons-

We all have skeletons-

Usually they rest in the back corner of the closet, but sometimes they wake and start to claw at the crack under the door.

Have you ever had to make a hard decision? Yeah, we all have.

But, was it life or death?

Mine was.

So violently ill that you’re vomiting blood-

So weak, you can’t get out of bed on your own-

So frail, you can count your bones-

So malnourished, if you stand more than 5 minutes, your legs give out-

you collapse.

Pushed to a brink physically and emotionally-
pushed to the point that you had to choose: whether you would live, or them?

Now, what if that person was vulnerable.

What if, it was your job to protect that human?

If nothing else, you protect them- you’re the only one who can.

You’re literally their shield.

But, what if you can’t?

What if you can’t.

What if it comes down to a simple, animalistic, near barbaric algorithm:

If you die, they die.

If they die, you live.

So you make the phone call.

Tuesday, 10 A.M.- I’ll try to make it to Tuesday, at 10 A.M.

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One thought on “We all have skeletons-

  1. I really liked the way that it’s written. It really grabs my attention. Also, I would like to say congratulations on having the courage to write about something so difficult. Hope you’re doing well!
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