There's no poetry for this. No pretty words to circumvent the horror of the moment and make things seem all right, like there's some sort of silver lining glimmering on the horizon.
Nothing but darkness, nothing but dull sounds enveloping him like water and his breath catching in his throat; his ticker not tocking anymore. He goes down, slamming into the floor like a sack of dirt.
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Date: 2009-05-10 06:40 pm (UTC)Nothing but darkness, nothing but dull sounds enveloping him like water and his breath catching in his throat; his ticker not tocking anymore. He goes down, slamming into the floor like a sack of dirt.
He doesn't get up.