Seen

It’s better to be seen by an enemy than invisible to a lover.

My husband. To be seen was to be vulnerable with him; was to hand him a weapon capable of utter destruction. He wielded it with precision, destroying my insides while leaving my shell standing; my heart beating in practice but not in theory.

So I promised I’d never be seen again.

Here I am.

With a lover.

Unseen.

And now I am lonely.

It’s better to be seen by an enemy than invisible to a lover.