Grief isn’t something that happens in one go, and it isn’t something that stays in its box. I find every funeral I end up at means not just mourning the loss of the person in the casket that day, but continued processing of all the losses I’ve experienced. So it’s no wonder when I had to say goodbye to a character I played that the experience would resonate with other griefs I was carrying. While the poem this is extracted from may have been written for The Woman Who Would Not Be Empress, it’s very much for my mother, too.
The Center Cannot Hold
Gears and clockwork explode from the center of a peach colored disaster. The title text is rendered in a messy font and cannot even hold
