Euphoric Tragedy: Against the Walls

There’s a moment when desperation stops trembling and grows teeth. The body tightens, the fists close, and the voice erupts, less a word than a wound torn open. It’s the instinctual howl of someone who has run out of exits and refuses to vanish quietly, every silence that grew too heavy to carry. A final sound hurled at the world, not to win, but simply to remain.