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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


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