I use to think about grief, building loss on loss, sorrow on sorrow, into a silent groan in my bowels of ever churning laments mourning for the comfort of dead faces.
All the sorrow and lost infused my words. It leaked out to the white spaces between unwanted vowels and syllables : to the house gone, parts removed, friends lost, the broken thingsโ whining until my tongue said โStop!โ
And, the grief released beyond my deafness, receding to silence, a smile that said, โLook now, laugh at this mess that is me.โ
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