There is no outlet for the pressure that's been building all day. There are no tears. No words. No flexibility. Clenched muscles will contract no further. The priest's final words spark stagnation in a already pained chest. Darkness threatens the outskirts of his vision only a moment before he begins to tremble uncontrollably.
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Date: 2007-09-25 06:11 pm (UTC)