The Endless Fount
It creeps up my esophagus like some horrid beast trying to claw its way out of my stomach. It stops just below my throat, yearning to be released. Prodding, clenching, tightening. My nose begins to tickle, but in a way that suggests the tears are about to flow. They roll down my cheeks as if being poured from an endless fount, leaving streaks of salt down my reddening face. My whole body quivers as I struggle to take a breath through the sobs that come in like the waves of the ocean. Smooth at first, then choppier, until they break, drenching everything in their path. The sounds emitted from my throat radiate throughout the room and echo off the walls. Inconsolable, I now know I belong to the sorrow. It envelops me, consuming my entire being. I sink into darkness.