It erupted from his chest, a delightfully destructive noise of despair,
malcontent, infinitesmal fragments of possibilities shattered and
spread; crushed ice on stainless steel.

It reached his mouth, and there it burst forth with a violent vice,
tearing through the room and burning its significancies upon quivering
ears.



Penned by my hand on the 9th of Midsummer, in the year 126 MA.