grief body – #3
8/29 – the grief body hoards pain like a refugee twice-traumatized by bombs and rubble. it wants to remember waking up screaming, always. it holds ancestor memory of land gobbled up gas and shells and falling rock. it holds infinite pain ground glass-sharp and fine, greedy to hold it forever.
The grief body does not want to be forgotten and so it speaks up in the only way it knows how – war. it knows that everything is always at stake.
the grief body is tender before it is cruel, but never after.