Each thought. A heart digger.  

Crashing down. Burning.  

Thoughts break. Reform.  

The weight of a single stop.  

No mercy in the silence.  

No escape from the edge.  

Periods carve like blades.  

Slicing through breath.  

This rhythm—  

Not gentle.  

Not kind.  

It commands. It sears.  

Every line,  

A clenched fist.  

Every pause,  

A heart’s beat stalling.  

Feel it.  

Do you understand?

The power in restraint.  

The violence in ending.  

The fury in finality.