Fateful Moment

[L'absent]

A strangled whisper in dense air,
a breath that contracts in the exact instant tension becomes detonation.
No warning, no echo,
only the elegance of the irreversible,
the poetry of a switch flicked off without hesitation,
metal kissing the void, dissolving it in a fraction of a second.

You know it's a moment, don't you?
An imperceptible fragment where everything gathers and implodes,
like lightning striking without leaving ash,
like a clock that halts at the heart of its ticking,
a final instant that needs no tomorrow.

There's no tragedy in disappearance,
no pathos in vanishing with the swiftness of a thought slipping from the mind.
The truth has always been this: the exit is always open, discreet, silent.
No struggle, no waiting.
A gesture, a fraction of nothing, and everything seals itself in the perfection of the definitive.

And the world?
The world won't even pause for a breath.
Buses will follow their routes,
glasses will clink in crowded bars,
voices will overlap in the careless chatter of those who still exist.
And you?
You will already be beyond, already past every word,
every thought, every regret.

You know it's a moment.
A flash without an echo.
A note played only for the pleasure of dissolving into silence.

 

[pthnrdnojvsc]

I like that . But that's a tiny baby gun ,only a 12 gauge shotgun or the 300 win mag rifle for me as an exit from this hell

Anything that can be the escape from this prison hell is beautiful to me