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Dec 2018
I took a small piece
of everyone’s grief
from the funeral with me
Little shards of broken glass
that stab into my fingers
tearing up my skin
into a mirror of my heart
The small shards
are so heavy and dreadful
that all I can do is cry
death is such a terrible thing
there’s nothing you can say to someone
after their young son has died
I cradle these shards
like I could make something precious of them
but you can’t fix something once it’s dead
so really these shards
are just painful
and harmful
but I carry them just the same
a monument
“Grief is the last act of loving”
milkweedangel
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milkweedangel  20/F/the forest
(20/F/the forest)   
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