The five senses of grief

Grief looks like the bottom of a bottle.
Grief smells like the unwashed bed linen you have not moved from in weeks.
Grief tastes sour, putrid, sickening.
Grief sounds like the music you once adored and now detest.
Grief feels like the objects you need to hold onto, to remind yourself that reality is not a concept.

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