Bubbling black-seed, blood gushes; a great teenage lover, blue skin, fat lips, a crawl-space of thrashing maggots, magpies, sweet and supple, metallic nectar stinging my lips, my tongue. Honey, I can taste it, it crawls under my skin. The moisture, the sex, the wide-eyed wonder of anthropogenic madness. It’s dizzying. Sweet disgusting fright; the torn, shorn flesh, a dangler, smooth meat-strips. He whispers in my ear, burning my nerves, tingling my flesh, a tickling frenzy. I see the love in his eyes and I squelch it with those searing tears of mine. Oh, the beautiful sounds he makes. The swanky bovine gasps and swallows.