Serenading Heartbreak

by Ella Fields

Dealing with loss on your own was akin to tying a plastic bag around your head and being expected to breathe. Each breath was shallow, stilted, and I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was too much to bear, and it’d be my last.

My only wish, the one that would keep me awake for years to come, would be for the lost piece of my soul to one day feel that way too.