WeAreHammer

my blood clots quicker these days.
my blood is thicker these days.

and while I may be afraid,
as mentioned in the last poem,
I do not let that fear control me. 

living requires a level of selfishness
to persevere through pain,
especially during the foul/fun year of 2022. 

I used to bleed all season,
now I don't without reason.