This is the End

I choose here to end this.

I choose to cut off its head,
poison dripping from fangs
into my wounded soul.

I choose to bury it
on sacred ground
that it might never
bite again.

I choose the coward's
way out
because all else has
failed me miserably.

I shut the door.
I lose the key.
I turn my back.
I walk away.

I cannot take this
one more time.