the feeling feeling

grief, it is such a funny thing.
it is such a feeling feeling.
you cannot help but … feel it. and feel it with every fibre of your being; every hair on your body raised; shivery; the choking feeling of it in your throat, your lungs; every muscle tense, aching, strained; hands warm because the blood burns through you.
your eyes leak and your nose runs and the emotion — just the raw intensity of feeling the feeling — courses through you in all its violence. and suddenly it is gone. it has trickled out of your pores and you are left weak and tingling and empty: your cheeks still wet, your nose still running, your heart still sore.

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