grief doesn’t ask before arrival. she punches you in the gut, rips a hole in your chest. she digs out a place to stay right in your heart. grief sends her heavy tendrils down your veins and roots you where you stand. she throws her head back and howls reverberations through every fiber. grief doesn’tContinue reading “love keeps her in the air”
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