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9 tiny poems about gri*f photo

grief as an altered state of consciousness

i am on the bus

i think


grief as post-activism

stop resisting 

be like water


grief as nausea

i want to vomit something half the time

you or me?


grief as self-care

stop trying to feel good

it's exhausting


grief as the ultimate equalizer

in the end

there was nothing


grief as enlightenment

just a funny side effect 

feel one with everything 


grief = sex

primal energy

primal energy 


grief as the key

enjoy being broken open

it will end


fucking grief

open up your legs, bitch

there is no choice


image: Irina Varina