Soft Blocked

You weren't blocked. That would have been merciful.

You were soft blocked. Restricted. Muted. Removed from Close Friends but not from following. Made invisible without being deleted. Left in the cruelest space of all: present but not present, connected but not seen, existing in the margins of someone else's feed.

A soft block is not a wall-it's a window. You can see inside, but you cannot enter. You can watch the party through the glass, but your invitation has been revoked. You exist enough to torture yourself. You're erased enough to be ignored.

In the sixth and final volume of The Digital Death Collection, poet Fransesco Malila explores the particular cruelty of partial rejection-the mute that feels like murder, the restriction that restricts everything, the one-sided following that follows nothing.

Featured Poems:
• You Didn't Block Me (You Just Disappeared)
• Close Friends (I'm No Longer One)
• The Algorithm Stopped Showing Me You
• Soft Blocked But Still Breathing
• The Final Logout (Goodbye)

This is the end. Not with a block, but with acceptance. Not with a click, but with release. The final logout is not technical-it is spiritual.

Goodbye. The Digital Death Collection is complete.