grief – The Final Silence: Cancer Walks

Another Wave

Spring seems hushedthis year. I’ve becomejust another they’ve usedto grow silence.They point at us,we who are abandoned,they say, Lookwhat comes from speaking.Better keep quietif you want to live. The thing about rageis its autonomy.It climbs, a separate being,from rib to rib, cracksthe bone to enter my sternum.Even on my best days,I can feel it risingupContinue reading “Another Wave”

Multitudes

I make an eggnog on the strong sideand put together a playlistof unedited fuck-you songs,the darker the better,which makes me think aboutthose who’ve been alarmedwhen I’ve cussed or been anythingbut cheerful. For some reason,I’ve always been labeleda goody-goody, a pure soul, whateverthe hell that means. A while ago I realized some peoplehave never had toContinue reading “Multitudes”