Hello. My name is Grief. 
Come in. Have you been tested recently? Let me see. 
Oh, aren’t you a dirty thing? Look at all that you are plagued by, stark and lifeless on the page. 
Now, take off your clothes. Consent form? There is no such thing here. Only the promise that it's all going to hurt and, in time, you will die. 
Lay yourself bare for me.
Look at all your scars, look how much you have dared to love. Have you suffered enough yet? 

Hello, my name is Grief yet everywhere you call me Love. I am the taste of wild water on your tongue. I am the kiss of acid rain. I am impermanence. I am goodbye. I am forever. 		
I am the way the landscape claims your body. 			You are but a vacant container 		made only for sprinkling gifts 		from place to place. 			Here you pick up something, 		there you put it down, 	
that 	is what you are good for. 
I wrap my elegant, strong hands around your throat - it is I you struggle against to breathe. 
You chose me. 
My adornments are the bits of things your ancestors left along these waterways 		you see them here 						glittering.		Those who brought them are long dead. So it will be with you. 
I am your voice when it shakes from the loss of life only ever meant to last a moment. I am your dying breathe, sighing, as you spill your fluids on the forsaken ground of your making. As you water the 		dead things that you have sewn, 		dutifully.
You are nothing to me but another sacred miracle. Another bag of guts slowly decomposing,	nutrients, food for something. 		You sweet, 				tender 			morsel 			you. 
My embrace is the sudden downpour from a blue, blue sky the second you step outside. I am the way you feel soaking wet, 	rain steadily dripping off your nose 		gravity acute against your skin, calling you down		your skeletal resistance, 		a futile dance, 		slow and close	against the inevitable return to that from which you 				came. 						That voice whispering unwelcome, familiar and seductive reminding you we are everything		inescapable		inextricable.

Hello my name is Grief and you are mine. 
You will 	find your way to me. 
I will 	have my way with you. 
You will 	give everything to me and find there is nothing left to you,
nothing	
but what I have made of you	
only 		Love.

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