Death creates scabs
that seem too hard to pick off,
Plucking the fringes produces pain without insight,
like an exhausted, existential flow,
it’s a personal choice
Bleeding comes with tears
that you hope will heal you and release you from grief but
Grief squeezes at you from the inside
Grief seduces you with the past
Grief is not your friend, but hopes to capture you
and create a soft prison from which you cannot escape