GRIEF WAS SUPPOSED TO GET EASIER.
- Dark Poets Club
- Jul 30, 2025
- 1 min read
By Ash LaVictor
grief was supposed to get easier. the crying should have stopped. each day felt heavier and the wound did not clot. grief came sealed with each sympathy card and consoling text. grief was on the other line while cancelling an appointment already made. grief delivered the error message for a video that would not play. grief remained wrapped in a blanket once the scent went away. grief knocked on the door to set an urn of cremains in my hands. grief appeared at each vigil of every memory we had. grief echoed the voice of reason after a dream, reminding me – it did not undo death. grief cried with me on the kitchen floor holding a half-eaten fruit, because the next day would make it one year and I did not have the strength to cry one more tear. grief never left.