On Grief

I find myself surrounded by people who are no stranger to grief. There's something so beautiful about people who know loss and still show up brimming with love. We take turns being a healing balm for each other, making the heavy blanket of grief a softer fabric, a nicer color. We'll put it through the wash for each other, and return it fresh out of the dryer, warm and smelling like our favorite detergent. We'll sit under it together so a little less falls on you and a little more falls on me. When it's my turn, you do the same.

Grief shows us the give & take that could have existed in all of our relationships, but only the healthiest survive.

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Half

Half

Half of me stares, unfocused, at nothing in particular. I, her, we dissociate. Pleasantly warm, feeling nothing emotionally. Mentally, I remain in neutral. How good it feels to be nothing at all! Half of me flips rapidly through a rolodex of stories, half-baked daydreams. If only I could catch

Ache

Ache

And when I see you my heart crumbles to dust. For as lovely and healing as I am, you are as fearful and wounded. I am sad for you-- how painful must this be! I am sad for me, but I know that while I am deserving of love, this

I didn't go

I didn't go

I didn’t go to the party for this moment. I stayed home to sit by the window-- cat on my lap, writing by candlelight-- so that when the sky opened up, I would be there with the window open, to let the warm petrichor waft through. I skipped to

Fossilized Woman

Fossilized Woman

Who is she? This woman within, who I keep fossilized, buried under years of dirt in the sand that packs my soul. How could I let her become forgotten? Exploited, abandoned in man’s endless conquest. When did the rest of my being grow so dry? I once was a