Pushed away: Nasal Sprays

It holds grief above the waterline out of long habit, keeping composure through events that warrant none, and the composure has been necessary because there has been nobody to be uncomposed in front of. A whole life spent going it alone makes weeping look less like relief and more like a risk taken in an empty room. What it asks for is one witnessed hour in which nothing has to be held.

I did the funeral, the paperwork and the thank-you cards. I haven't cried.

It echoes Thokk, the single figure who would not weep for the dead god when the whole world was asked to weep him back, so that he stayed where he was. The form implies a task: to find out what one tear is holding shut.