I heard them
the silent ones
the quiet
the mute
the dyeing ones
and the dead
inside
pulses matter little
to us
the useless
the dyeing
the dead
the listless
the wandering
yes i heard the others
don't you dare ignore us
you know as well as i do that silence is the loudest of noises
can you hear the gun shots?
tearing through skin bone and brain matter
our skin
our bones
or brain matter
do you hear the bodies
our bodies
hurling towards earth as we jump
do you hear the crushing of bone.
do you hear the relief?
do you hear the pills
as they rattled out of the bottle
into my hand
our hand
down my throat
our throat
do you hear me collapse
us collapse
do you hear the razor
knife
nail
as it slides across my skin
our skin
do you hear the splash
flow
fall
gush
from my wounds
our wounds
together
the cries
silent no more
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