The Wound

When the intercom at the doctor’s office said, “operating room one is ready,” I imagined it was for me – that I would go into the sterile room and the doctors would remove the lump in my throat and replace the emptiness in my chest with something, anything that would fill the hole.

RIP my little soulmate.

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