Take The Trails

Good grief,

I laughed to myself

Oxymoron,

I hiss

If grief can be good, I can exist

Freely

Again

Shards of glass/my past

Slicing flesh and mourning

Grief is not linear, they say

It’s a bumpy road of potholes + turmoil

Sadistic

I’m driving the best I can, dodging until

I can’t.

Deserted. Stuck between mourning his death +

My life.

Grief is nothing good

It’s pushing away so they can’t die

Wanting control

Fantasizing death, to prepare

I can’t grieve if I’m dead.

These thoughts are too much,

Good grief