Aftermath
It’s the kind of grief
That hurts all over,
A tight ball in your chest
That loosens with each sob.
But the sobs never stop
And neither does the pain
That encompasses your body
Because that pain is wrapped in anger,
And a fear that cannot be expressed
You are hardly aware of it
Until that ball threatens to suffocate you,
As you’re curled up in bed
Or on the floor,
Wherever your body happened to land,
Sobbing
Wondering
Why it hurts so much,
What could possibly be wrong
When you’re hating yourself
For letting him
Do this
To you.
He walks around happy,
Whistling.
You walk around scared,
Dying a little with each step
But smiling the whole time
They don’t know how you feel
You are hardly aware of it
Until that ball chokes you off,
Threatens to take you away
And you lie there sobbing
Wondering
Why the sobs never stop
It’s that kind of grief
That encompasses your whole body