grief is fingernails in your palm
when you're standing in a public restroom
wondering why everything feels wrong.
grief is not having worn mascara for four months
because streaked ink-black cheeks isn't a look
you want to be known for.
grief is dancing on the verge of tears
in a math class, because your mind wanders
too often and death looms too large to avoid.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
grief is fingernails in your palm
when you're standing in a public restroom
wondering why everything feels wrong.
grief is not having worn mascara for four months
because streaked ink-black cheeks isn't a look
you want to be known for.
grief is dancing on the verge of tears
in a math class, because your mind wanders
too often and death looms too large to avoid.
i can't write anymore
