They froze my third eye, she tells me. She means Ajna chakra, the site of true seeing, the sight of the divine, taken from her as thoughtlessly as stealing hummingbird nectar. My own well up. Never mind she says, palming my heart. I don’t need eyes to see the light.

Deborah-Z Adams is an award-winning author of novels, short fiction, CNF, and poetry. You’re invited to visit her website at Deborah-Adams.com.