Ten years

Tonight, it’s personal.

My sister, Jessie. Photo credit: Author

Somewhere in the unknowable hours, ten years ago tonight, she was stolen from us. The hole through which she was ripped still bleeds. Sometimes it gapes and weeps and aches, leaving me reaching for nothingness and screaming into the emptiness between that night and the rest of my life.

Most of the time, it is a small black space in my heart. Both an absence and an unbearable…