There's a reason grief feels dark, pulsating, thick and heavy // There's a reason we curl into oursevles, rejecting what's outside. // Grief is not of this world, so where we need to go, is beyond.
The Unborn
Elsewhere
I know why it happens // (it's because) // You're magnificent // Brilliant in your aliveness // Pulling us in like gravity.
On Mama's Mind 