Sit, Stay, Heel

[redcheekdays]

I say: if the heart is a muscle I will train it to be sinew.
I say: the heart is a muscle and it will resist.
I say: because I am master of myself, I will not be weak.
You say: soft.
You say: tender.
I say: there is a hole in me that needs tearing open.
You say: that isn’t how healing works.
I say: I know.
I say: I am an old dog licking its sores just as they scab over.
I say: I want to be raw flesh and no hurt.