grief
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do you so dareto suck on contempt like a sour cherry,the tannins taut on your teeth,saliva building in your gums, pulling out every last ounce of bitterness? do you so dare to strangle grief with your bare hands,to wring dry your nerves, to feel flesh bulge between your digits, releasing the life from it? do you so dare to watch
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The way grief pours into you,thick and rich like molasses,sealing the loss with sticky solemnity.
Lashanda Forsberg 