The death of a child is not easy.
Whether your child is an adult, a teenager
or a toddler.
Grief has the same smell and taste,
Acrid and bitter.
Grief sits in your stomach like constipation,
Waiting to stretch you a bit wider before releasing you.
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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.