Your lingering presence erodes me. Heartbeat by heartbeat. Cell by aging cell. Washing away any sense of self I ever had. Intruding into a nothingness I’ve struggled to find the pieces to fill. A jar...

This lake is alive. Kicking. Breathing. Frothing. I envision it’s as angry as I am. As resolved to its fate as I’ve become. But the only thing this lake has conceded is that to fight...

Armise and I had met through the scope of our rifles and sometimes I wondered if that was also where we’d end.