Grief
You don’t know what grief is until you’ve felt the hollow, dry throat
When you’re trying to be quiet and the pain squeezes your esophagus
And you’re breath becomes heavy, like you’re stuck under a car and
falling off a cliff
And you can’t breathe out of your mouth or nose, so you start to feel faint
And you aren’t sure if it’s a heart attack
Because of the throbbing in your chest
everything goes numb
And your head aches from resisting,
And your eyes burn from all of the salt in your tears
And it takes hours for the swelling to go down,
It takes forever to change your thought
It takes a second to remember
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