Grief is a fire in my chest.
Grief is a sphere-shaped sob caught in my throat.
Grief is a heartbeat like a heart attack.
Grief is a cinder block trapped inside my rib cage.
Grief is breathless nights.
Grief is a tear-streaked face.
Grief is a reminder of your worst fears.
June 13, 2021 / Photo: Julius Drost
Brittany J. L. May 
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