they writhed, entwined by passion and hunger, thirsts quenched with each twist, with each ecstatic spasm. each limb slipped over another, soaked in blood, which in some places had already dried and crusted in the heat of friction rather than life. the bed was a mess of entrails and organs, squashed and torn, spilt and wrenched from the vessel that once contained them, which once held the life force that they now embraced with each of their own gasps and shudders. the blood flowed thick when he pulled the heart from its warm enclosure, wringing it over her chest and stomach until not a drop more came forth. he then lowered his head with a sly smile upon his drawn lips, and lapped at the viscous pool, all the while watching her face, as she arched in delight. the deliciousness of the motions were plain upon her face. later, in a fit of playfulness on her part, she had him kneel in front of her as she carefully removed lengths of intestine from the body and wrapped them about his neck and shoulders, a vulgar necklace of soggy flesh. he laughed at such sport, such imagination on her behalf, it seemed, then tackled her, kissing, licking and caressing. for i saw the whole spectacle, before the darkness took me, through drained and clouding eyes.