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That Monster is Grief

by caccy46

There are endless ways to feel grief, each unique in how it penetrates your soul and deadens your spirit. Uncompromising is its destructive path, leaving your mind riddled with holes, laden with debris, scarred like dragging dead weight through sand. Some bullets are so destructive they leave spaces where you'll never tread again. Barbs gouge wounds that spew their waste, the never-ending stench of which rots the place it has stolen. And in the sand, the pattern hardens and cements the anguish into the soles of your feet. Grief eventually will consume all that's in its path, gulping savagely as it robs you and finishes you off with a loud, stinking belch.

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caccy46, whose full catalog is here, is a mother of two who's been married for 32 years.

7 comments:

Quin Browne said...

powerful last line, caccy

Stephen said...

The imagery of the destructive path was fascinating. Your description accurately paints the aftermath on a person's mind and soul. Well done.

Madam Z said...

I agree with stephen, that the imagery is fascinating. But somehow, it feels like a description of a special kind of grief...a grief with a large component of guilt. A hefty dose of "if only I had..." or "if only I had not..."

I have experienced that kind of grief, and yes, it consumes "all that's in its path, gulping savagely as it robs you and finishes you off with a loud, stinking belch."

Anonymous said...

Quin, Stephen, Madam Z - thank you all for your comments. MZ - you're right on about the guilt part.
caccy46

Joe said...

An achingly raw and emotive piece on grief by one of the best writers at Six Sentences.

Anonymous said...

Aw Joe - Thanks.
caccy46

Adam J. Whitlatch said...

Awesome!! And I especially love that final line. Well done!