The largest meal I’ve ever eaten was grief.

Served up to me on a grey platter, no cutlery. I tore it apart with my hands, angry and devouring, stuffing sharp pieces into my mouth, handful over handful, until I began to choke.

It took months to digest.

Amy Twigg is a writer living in the UK who likes to explore female relationships and anything mildly haunting. Follow her at @aetwigg.