Itryto con-strainthis grieftuck it in-toa boxbut it bleeds,it seeps out likespilledink andsmears. it mindsnot the new, dragsme back in with itlooklook, feelme, feel metug, feel me wrestthe ground from beneathyour feet once more. don’t getupstay there.Feel me, feel —Don’t run from me,it commands; No–itbegs; it pleads of me, “Stay.”The more I tug, the harderitgrips me.MyContinue reading “X annos.”
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Addenda
(cw: overdose death) A kind of process-explaining supplement to the “X annos” piece, plus miscellaneous bits on just a sliver of the memories/thoughts that came up while thinking/writing about grief as it makes its presence known. Some of this is a little raw, so proceed with caution. I. For X annos: I knew that IContinue reading “Addenda”
Undusted Corners 