One More Bite

The soft cold brine. The knowing. The tangle.

 

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

 

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

 

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

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