Emerita
the look of death
- Jan 16, 2025
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Everybody expects so much in life that it is too formal to not keep the burden proper. Emotions are seen as illogical, even that of pain. It is only in death when they start to question. They come to know how powerless it feels to see it broken to the point of burial, to sit through a service where every tear feels terminal. Death may be stillness, but the chaos is scarcely quiet. It's not until the funeral begins that silence can fall for just a moment before they deliver relics in a prosody of pain. When the service is over, they face yet another end, and that ending will feel more final than thought. Some may trudge back to life, while others may not leave at all, offering a lent goodbye. Grief doesn't always depart, and a service isn't always a funeral, it's an acknowledgment of what is gone. Life is opposed to inertia it is movement and time. I prefer stillness. I know grief all too well, and while suicide may bring grief, I don't see myself as responsible for that. I bear the blame for the death and part of the burden that follows, but I technically I am both the perpetrator and the victim of the action, while others remain bystanders.
