Platforms
Transient Labs
Description
Sudden Violence
A breath turns sharp,
a moment goes dark.
A word slips wrong,
then mercy is gone.
No omen, no sign,
just blood in the mind.
A hand, a cry,
a reason to lie.
We dress ourselves
in language and laws,
then tear through each other
with teeth and with claws.
So brief the descent,
so easy the fall.
One second of rage
can outlive us all.
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