365 Poems/ 2 – Grief



Grief is complicated.

Like a tide, it never rests entirely.


I want to chew bullets

until all of my teeth break,

and my mouth bleeds.

Until I have something else that hurts

other than my heart.


I’m having these flashbacks

to the hospital, and the small room

where you spent the final hours of your life.


I am experiencing  all those moments

when I couldn’t speak, but wanted to scream

for the doctors who were all absent,


I hold my breath, until the grief passes,

like smoke from a dampened fire.