In the loss
Do you grieve numbly
Or with the weight
of each day
each year
Each moment
That was ripped from your clawed hands
tight enough to spasm your muscles
tight enough to leave your forearms aching
tight enough to retract into your skin
crescents in your palms
but not tight enough to keep hold,
not tight enough to save anything beloved
do you grieve numbly
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
In the loss
Do you grieve numbly
Or with the weight
of each day
each year
Each moment
That was ripped from your clawed hands
tight enough to spasm your muscles
tight enough to leave your forearms aching
tight enough to retract into your skin
crescents in your palms
but not tight enough to keep hold,
not tight enough to save anything beloved
do you grieve numbly
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