A low rumbling fills my head, similar to the previous act before his sudden exit. Every fiber of my being is vibrating, buzzing, straining to hold on… or with anticipation. My head is swimming in the thick sound of my body trying to contain itself. I imagine how my rumbling form must be echoing through the theater, filling it with the thunderous applause that I won’t be around to hear. 

Shaking, burning, straining heat of muscles so large they could move buildings being forced to endure more and more. I can’t imagine how much pain I should be in, but all I feel is pleasure. My heart and soul beg to burst, to feel that final release, like an orgasm that had been building for years. I begin to resent the resilience of my body, silently and desperately pleading for some part of it to just give up.

…please…