throat constricts...
making it increasingly harder to swallow
past the lump...
the burn starts...
...slowly...
the water, heavy with salt,
scalds the skin...
random droplets fall
leaving invisible scars in their wake...
the pounding increases
silencing the noise...
...darkness falls...
in the distant recesses,
there is room for one...
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