When you lose a loved one,
Grief is like a black cloud that perches
in your heart and mind.
Like metastatic cancer it spreads to
parts inside of you.
It eats you from inside.
It makes you live in the past
as you seek to write another chapter
with a mother, a father, a daughter, a sister.
Photographs, favourite foods,
places you used to frequent
trigger a visceral reaction.
You hate anything that reminds you of them but
you can’t bear to forget.
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is a Zimbabwean short fiction writer currently living in the UK. He is a teacher of English, Accounting and Business Studies, and a budding poet. He writes poetry out of love for the genre and to create resources to teach unseen poetry skills. His other poetry has been self-published on social media. His short stories have been published in magazines, e-magazines and journals including the Edinburgh Review. He is currently teaching GCSE English and A Level English Literature in the United Kingdom while working on a collection of short stories.