red-stained fingertips

CHOKE

do us all a little favor.
lift those perfect, pretty hands
the ones you typed those words with
the ones you used to grab my wrists

take your slender fingers
touch them to your pale neck
feel the vibrations of your breath.
i felt it once on my tear-stained cheeks.

try to speak something.
the words will reverberate
and you'll know it came from you.
i hope you're ashamed of it.

i hope you're sorry.

now tighten your pathetic grip
the constriction that ails us all
will take you out just the same
and the world may finally know peace.

do you hear that?
it is quite silent at last.