Grief has no statute of limitations — no expiry, no filth,
there is the feeling of loss — like vomit,
there is pain and tears,
there are wounds on the soul,
there are fingernails dragged across the body — leaving bloody trails,
there are tears like rivers down a limp, exhausted body,
there is hatred for the world and for a fallen God,
there is a world — mercilessly filthy and cruel —
there is someone who loves you just as you are.
*(dedicated to Kota)*
*March 28, 2026, Tashkent*