So this is how it ends.
Not the violence of peeled skin
Nor the shards of glass and fiber
No recriminations nor any relief.
No, it ends in silence.
A silence that’s cold, furious, stinging,
And quiet as death’s breath.
This decade starts
With bitter green tea
Ends diluted by drugs
in an inflamed body
And a silence that causes the heart to thump its existence.
Until that sound alone remains.
No one mourns.