Grief – Anaphora

Grief

Grief

Grief is shards of ice flaying my skin.

Grief is a cold anchor tearing at my heart.

Grief is a heavy shadow, curling round my spine.

Grief is a keening shriek scraping on my ribs.

Grief is cold tar thick in heavy limbs.

Grief is razor claws shredding my lungs.

Grief is frozen tears clotting in my throat.

Grief is a cinching noose around my neck.

Grief is a hollow ache in every single bone.

Grief is an endless night pushing out my light.

Grief is a black abyss…

An eternal fall…

Grief is…

Grief

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Is.

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