Conversation about grief and survival
*Conversations About Grief & Survival* The night looks like the many things I lost before they died. The birds are not singing, they are silent like the deadness whispering into the ear of my window. I do not know why, we are always fighting a war bigger than our bodies. On my CL, a girl asked we say a word of prayer for her. The earth will be good to you & still autograph scar on your skin. I’m walking through my chaos. There are fewer trees & faces. Everyone is holding a question the size of t
