PART THREE ~ Number Two

For the past few days I’ve been gazing at the photographs of ghosts and muses. For once in my bloody life, I feel responsible toward something more than my own scars, and the unacknowledged wounds which underlie them:


They’re the dark spaces sitting between each word on my computer screen; tinged in a shade of yellow, as yellow as my own skin.
Each space....



....as present as my ragged breath.