The feeling of loss is many things.

It’s the empty echo in your chest as you blankly stare.

It’s the roll of your throat as you gag on sobs and muffled keens.

It’s the shredded voice that rips through your mouth and bounces across the room.

It’s limp, open hands as they lay palm up on your legs.

It’s the bite of your nails as they leave bloody crescent marks on your soft hands as they shake and tremble.

It’s the ache of pounding your fists against the wooden table and cement floor.

It’s the way that you know, for loss is full of emptiness, pain, and despair.