this grief

These lines are from “this grief”, a raw, personal poem:

there’s a grief that leaks from me

my pores squeeze it

it washes my skin

drips off my fingernails

did you ever get over the death of your brothers?

asked a voice in my dream this morning

my daughter

my brothers

these griefs hug my ribs

they’re why I cry

the wind

it’s what makes me hate cold days

the sting

bite

freeze tears on my cheeks

that’s all I have to say about my dead

© 23 June 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

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