the void
Imagine a complete empty space. A black hole or vacuum.
On Sunday night after attending a Fathers Day gathering with my partners family, this is what I was trying to explain to my partner at 11pm:
An inescapable feeling and looming emptiness now. It sits in the pit of my stomach, the top of my head, the curve of my back. It weighs we down, scratches my skin and reminds me constantly that my mum is dead, my dad is dead, my entire family as I knew it this time last year, dogs included are dead.