The tension stagnates, hangs like a demon in the air around me. Its long penetrating fingers pierce my body, cutting through flesh and then bone, all the way to my core. A dark sticky residue lingers in the open wounds of my throat and stomach, were the tension pierced so deep, moves towards my neck. Into my shoulder muscles, pulling them taught, then swelling in my ears and filling my forehead. It clogs my thoughts, like fatty arteries, the heaviness and pain. I feel sick. As I reside further into my body, I search in panic to find the some safety of a passing memory or pervious world, I fail and I shake. I shake deep and throughout, every cell in my body reacts, every one wants out, anywhere, anywhere but here.
I open the window, clear the air.
