Rest in my Chest

flower stems falling

Jessa. Hanging from the kitchen ceiling from a short rope. Where did she get the rope? I wondered. Then I remembered all the cash she had hidden in the palms of her hands last night.

I dropped onto my knees, my mouth open in agony. Jessa, the one I loved so very much, hung herself. She's gone. I forgot my hunger as I found tears that were hiding behind my eyes for such a long time. They zipped down my cheeks, just as anxious as I was.

I already missed her. I already could feel her on top of me, and suddenly I could feel the anxiety that rolled through her skin when I touched her, the sadness that her heart held when she hugged me tightly.

Suddenly it all made sense. And suddenly, I felt as though there was nothing.