Slice through the air and sever it.
Cut cleanly and watch both sides drop.
Pierce the skin to release a pressure.
Hear it hiss; the emotion.
Relief as it oozes out of you, dripping onto the floor.
Silence is a signal of completion.
Let it go, slide on down the hill, into the distance.
Turn away, run, leap, stomp the ground.
Rip off the bandage quickly with precision.
It sinks down through throat past your liver
and out your toes...feeding the summer weeds.
Gives them all they need to continue to choke.
No matter for now not yours. Disconnect.
No feeling. No more thoughts.
Only lapping waves now drifting over a shell.
One following the others, being followed from behind.
Split into a new atom. A fresh slate in which to try.
No more images arise in mind, crush the heart and spill the salt water.
And then simply, utterly, joyfully...nothing.
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