Grief Is the Thing with Feathers

This was such a beautiful book.

The prose was wonderfully lyrical & going over the passages + reading them aloud was such fun, especially since the writing was brilliant, strange and filled with so much raw emotion —

“I've drawn her unpicked, ribs splayed stretched like a xylophone with the dead birds playing tunes on her bones.”

I honestly didn't get a lot of the poems which were written in Crow's point-of-view