Live wire

An exposed wire, arching with current determined to make a connection, searching for the thing that would ground the energy, bare copper stripped of insulation, of the protection it had once afforded. The thin strands of its being had been tightly wound, braided together into a single path. She had come and peeled away that …

Her eyes, the palest of blue, stare back at me through strands of blonde hair and her cheeks are a map of tears, tears that she does not cry, that it breaks my heart to see as I hold her face in my hands and want nothing more than to hold her and tell her …