I. I find it funny that a word so soft and round means sad, gloomy, glum— then again, grief sometimes feels like melting, softly fading. II. Like wax collecting in the tip of a tapered candle, in time it runs over—great orbs stacked tall, vertical to the table.
Sarah Hurd
Sarah Hurd is a literary fiction writer and poet living in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Her work appears in Creation Literary Magazine and often explores grief, sexuality, womanhood, and self-perception. She has a BA in creative writing and English literature from Grand Valley State University.