One More Bite

The soft cold brine. The knowing. The tangle.


The hard swoop of steel against physics. The nothing strike on flesh.


The burst. The first splat and crunch. So satisfying, relish every moment. So few come. So few.


Nothing left now. But wait. It comes again. One more bite and plunge!


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