what is grief?

do you dream of it?

the anger that boils your blood. the chill of your bones. the string of temptation in your tumultuous core. the bitterness in your belly. the salt of tears down your flushed cheeks. loneliness pilled across the surface of your smarting skin. disappointment lingering in the condensate of your breath.

perhaps you awaken with an ache between your thighs, and yearning ripping down the length of your sternum, burying itself within your lungs.

what is grief to you?

i only ask, because to me, it’s the fruition of a dream, and nothing kills a dream quicker than its own fulfillment.