smother them

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snatching aspiration out of oxygen 

pushing aside molecules 

to retrieve what is needed.

asphyxiation fostered by ash floating serenely

grey particles bring tranquility 

along with a sensation of an intolerable tenderness. 

twitching & edgy 

positioning ourselves at the core of discomfort 

just to see how much we can endure.

encountering everlasting nights of pure thought 

a desire for action

a yearning to halt the perpetual thirst for vengeance.

yet nothing 

taking a step back 

releasing the silver blade meant to scathe all

that crossed our path

purification washed over us.

color renewed to the skin,

shards of guilt and betrayal the structure to this frail frame--

now healing 

in need of a long rest

waiting for the inevitable 

nothing at all.

d.n.



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