Chipping away at her sternum with a paring knife
breaking its seal cracking the cartilage
His slack jaw chomped through her lungs
on a realm converted by the most
perverse of gods.
"I am Man incarnate of all primal urges!"
Her bronchial tubes lodged between his teeth.
Using ribs like toothpicks
Drumming on the splinters with their analogue.
A ghastly timbre ringing
through the gaps of Ego death.
Her spleen was spongy like the tentacle of an octopus,
Or perhaps bitter like his father's fancied black licorice?
A slave to an incredible illusion.
The puppet that is Man.
Brought to ruin by unnatural rocks and liquids.
