Monday, March 7, 2005

Grief progress

The first rip of mourning is having that giant gash torn through your body from head to toe; you are left drowning in your own blood. It's been a couple of weeks now and I'm not drowning anymore. Instead, I puddle about in the pools of bloody sadness. This is a wound that won't heal soon. It runs deep and I wonder at the red that surrounds me.

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