“He was the hunter of my soul,lying in wait – silently and motionless.Coaxing me out of hiding,Enticing me with love,Dangling hope in my face. Pulling me in, drawing me close.I gave in and walked into his trap.He did a good job too, tearing me apart and ripping my heart out. He was the hunter and I, the game.How could I forget that a hunter’s job is to kill?”

− J.A. ANUM −