Loss

My pen slashed through the blank screen wilderness with a newfound ferocity with ink blots everywhere. Then I lost my train of…#LossLit

— Brett Charles Milam (@brett_milam) November 19, 2014

They were consumed by the grief predator, swam like a leech under their faces, tear tracks its slimy residue.

I wanted pancakes. #LossLit

— Brett Charles Milam (@brett_milam) November 19, 2014

Misplaced "lost" virginity in his unready "found" hands, discarded next to other losses: "expectations," "family approval," "baby" #LossLit

— Brett Charles Milam (@brett_milam) November 19, 2014