Grief

Grief arrives unannounced

…quiet as a mouse

in the corner of a room

nibbling on forever.

There are no witnesses

so you try to pretend it’s not happening

as it runs up the wall

and disappears

only to reappear

in the mIddle of the night

wearing someone else’s face.

A clock for a mouth, melted around a hello.

Time folds over and over on itself,

alternates heat and cold.

Fine steel must harden its edge

before it slices your belly open.

Reality blinks once,

takes on new disguise,

hides in the corner of a room

for another time.

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