“Maybe I’ve known the answer all along: love. “I once loved a woman. Once…no, I love her still. Her presence haunts the empty cells inside me, weaving in and out of the dark crevices like a ghost seeking recognition. Death has always been my friend. Even now, as I fight for life, when I close my ears to the screams within, she makes her presence know. Bump-bump goes my heart. But it is not my heart I hear in the silence of my unconscious mind. It is her laugh. Her moans and sweet calls for me to come back to her. I groan at the ache she manifests in my chest. Come back to me, she says. Return
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