pointlessness

Lurking deep in the crowd, hot and fetid, waiting, waiting. Eyes darting from side to side, tongue licking the moist air. Breathing slowed to almost death, silent but for the almost imperceptable rasp. A bead of sweat haltingly makes its way down the flushed cheeks. The sound of blood being pumped around. A light, so bright, the eyes shut tight and the head flicks and twists away. Damp, thick, air, now hot, is drawn slowly into heavy lungs. Whispers, from frightened voices, push their way through, past tears, and the awful, sickening silence. Then a scream, a shout, and the voice says, [ please put your own ending here ]

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