no diaphanous membrane, this; bearing down upon the soul, a cascading megalith, crumbling resolve with no remorse. no soothing analgesic, this; burning holes in the heart like a ruptured caustic cyst, melting dreams, leaving despair. demolishing love with its force, a raging beast set on a course as darkness creeps from the abyss; banishing hope and sunlight, this. intimate, incessant constrictor of air, a garrotte made of silken hair wrapping tighter than a crushing fist; no mere flight of fancy, this.