Grief is a wild animal howling inside of you.
Can you hear it trying to tear its way out?
Feel its teeth scratching across the
inside of your ribs. You
try to tame this beast, feed it
raw meat everyday. It soon grows
bored and eats you instead.
It is dark in this belly. Empty and sharp.
You are the only thing in it.
This is the way it must be.
This is the way it will always be.
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LION HEARTED,

Venetta O. (via medeae )


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