The door’s closed, but here’s my submission anyways.
She rocks, doubled over in pain and tears. The endlessness of tears is a gut punch. A blow that can reach into the future. Grieving loss has intense physical and mental pain; it hurts. But for most, grief ends. Or at least the grief that rips and bleeds like a gun shot wound. But for some, a flaw, a failure in their character, means waking, walking, living is grieving. There is no spring of rebirth. Not for the inconsolable constantly grieving what has been lost, missed, wasted, and the inability to move ahead without it. (95 words)