Fictional Grief
For the deaths, goodbyes, almost-losses, betrayals, and fictional people whose absence somehow hurts like something real.
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Some people leavebecause they are cowards. Some leavebecause staying would cost too much. And some— some tear themselvesout of your lifewith both hands bleeding,because they have convinced themselvestheir absenceis the only gift they have left. A mother stands at the edge of deathand chooses her children. Not softly.Not beautifully. No final lullaby,no gentle apologyfor every…
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I thought I had already mourned you. That was my mistake. I thought grief was a dooryou walked through once,bloodied your feet on the threshold,and somehow came outdifferent enoughto survive it. But the dead keep finding me. In old voices.In impossible reunions.In names spoken softlywhen I have almost learnedhow not to flinch. Danika. Like a…
Between Bruises & Blooms 