| Only Fragments Oct 31 | Grief Keeper, the Oracle proclaims me, and the title strikes true, hits center and buries deep. See all the dead I carry with me, everywhere I go? In my bones and blood, my breath and saliva. Under my nails, beneath my bed, stuffed in the bottom of the closet. Tossed back like bitter medicine and swallowed greedily like spoonfuls of honey. I am saturated by death; I am fueled by death; I am governed and driven and renewed by death. As Scribe I bear witness to the stories of the dead, record and retell them for preservation, and what is this service if not the carrying and keeping of grief? So name me Grief Keeper and I will stand solid beneath the title. This I can do. This I can be. Grief Keeper, the Oracle proclaims me, for I am infused body and soul. | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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