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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