One locale on the map of grief

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StartFragmentIt was a dry grief,No tearsNo lubricationSitting hard and dark as a great stoneToo large to be passed wholeNothing to wear it downNo grit scraping away grain by grainNo way to cleavePulverizeOr fracture itMissing, the hopeful beginnings of disintegration

It sits inside, lurking

Alien

Like a silent tumor

You know is there

Pressing down

Blocking the flow of the salubrious

Perched like some great predator

Frozen, immobile

But never to move

Never to strike

Never to kill

Never to devour[endif][endif]

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