The feeling of a second without you is raw; it is coarse and crude; it is cold and bleak; it is red and painful; it leaves me entirely as I am, frank and unpleasant—raw.

The raw edges of my skin used to be attached to you, until you were torn away from me, until i had you taken away from me.

But baby, you could never leave me, I could never forget you. You exist inside me, a phantom feeling in...