A dirty word called grief

No one speaks of grief.

The world seems to always be

unprepared for the aftermath 

of death.

I wish someone would’ve warned me

listen, you’ll be shattered in places

you didn’t even know 

existed before

but the dead can’t speak and 

the living are clueless 

because they decided

that the worst of the dirty words

is the one called


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