Denoting a scale of temperature by which grief is measured

A thermometer becomes the way to measure the temperature of a situation,

a nurses way to cling to something warm as she leads the
wordless funeral procession down the hall to a room

where a new mother will birth a baby who no longer has a heart beat, a life who will not feel the maternal skin that warms an infant.

The thing that divides one’s grief from another’s is a metal probe that glows cold with numbers.

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