Who decided?
A combination of walking past a funeral directors every morning and revisiting Six Feet Under recently inspired this. It is not finished and I have not recently been bereaved.
Sometimes I just begin to from something in my head and I like to get it out by writing it down.
Who decided that death was monochrome with silver details? Who chose the classic look? Why is death furnished with hIgh backed upholstered chairs and heavy gilt lamps. Muted lights at a respectful distance. A heavy expensive finish.
My grief is not classic. Or quiet. My grief is bile and mucous and salt. It is guttural and choking.
My grief will not lie peaceful in a silk lined case.
It rallies and claws to escape, tearing with scalding fingers.
Sometimes I just begin to from something in my head and I like to get it out by writing it down.
Who decided that death was monochrome with silver details? Who chose the classic look? Why is death furnished with hIgh backed upholstered chairs and heavy gilt lamps. Muted lights at a respectful distance. A heavy expensive finish.
My grief is not classic. Or quiet. My grief is bile and mucous and salt. It is guttural and choking.
My grief will not lie peaceful in a silk lined case.
It rallies and claws to escape, tearing with scalding fingers.