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all there is is nothing

is there a word
for calm
violence?

soft
melancholy
silence
while the blood
so softly
weeps

no slashing
no hacking
no impaling
nor crushing
just silent
lonely
death

you can’t
spell silence
without
the slice
across
your waiting
wrists

there is
a noise
that the blade makes
when it slides
across
your skin

and then
all there is
is nothing
but the slow
silent
trickle of blood
down your arms
and onto the floor

and then
all there is
is nothing
but silence
and perfect
sleep

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