My choices are killing me slowly, Ecuador. There is a finite quantity of accusations, of pointed assumptions my body can brace for. And I'm learning that loss begins the moment she stops 'seeing' me And there is so much pain in this world that all of humanity's defenses exist on the...

There is a brick sitting atop of my heart and wind swept, grey murky waves crashing into all sides of my lungs and the weight is almost crippling has me bound to an invisible, not quite lackadaisical defense and though my lips are free to speak I cannot find the words...