Wild that this is rated so poorly. Well written, as per usual. An actual well and justified use of second person to third person use. Evocative, interesting, and structurally conveys ingrained themes.

A grieving woman dislodges from linear time as grief alters her reality. What should be safe becomes terrifying and surreal. Memory makes her dwell in situations with no agency. Almost anything can cause a spiral like this. There’s parallels to Greek myth and other tragedy. Form and structure do make it a challenging read somewhat—as we continually are pulled into heart wrenching and gut punching granular detail about death and love and general cruelties, ranging from self inflicted to the external when people lose an integral part of their makeup.

There is a lot of pain here and it has no intention of cushioning the blow. I could see how people wouldn’t want to spiral along with our protagonist. But it is exactly what it says it is on the tin, and then some.