Raw is the finger wound, rubbed open to the bone.

Raw is the reality of another infection not responding to treatment.

Raw is the fear for her future.

Raw is the fear of her death.

Raw is the damp trail of tears.

Raw is my love for her – ferocious and unwavering.

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