Fates and Furies

by Lauren Groff

Marriage is made of lies. Kind ones, mostly. Omissions. If you give voice to the things you think every day about your spouse, you’d crush them to paste. She never lied. Just never said.”

It comes over us that we shall never again hear the laughter of our friend, that this garden is forever locked against us. And at that moment begins our true grief.

[Grief is pain internalized, abscess of the soul. Anger is pain as energy, sudden explosion.]

Unplug from the humble needs of the body and a person becomes no more than a ghost.