Bloodbath Continues, Mind in Ruse Underneath Hues

My brother, not by blood, but for manufactured identities, wore his intestines on his hands, as the bloodbath of identity unfurls

The food was churning underneath the layers of fat depressed by the pressure of tissues.

The solemn unresolved issues trample the gut-brain connection.

I was about to shed myself today, Yes trapped in my bathtub, I just want to sleep here today.

The soap melts, and the food is undigested…. Slowly and slowly the food was making its way through the food pipe.

And, I cravingly vomited out bones and a piece of heart. It was the first time I became a cannibal.

Traveling back to the future, I am serene and composed. Having a nice steak and chicken later today, I felt it.

I can hear the elephant guzzling like a deranged animal, getting agitated with his musth energy.

Hopping on Rhinos and Hippos alike to get some of that action. In fractions, we were all divided into fissures and fragments. My undergarments were taken off , I came here. Got lost and submerged in the war. Far, seems like the vegetation.

As my gentle body was about to take itself out of the cesspool of germs. My wife came in like an angel undressed her gown and sat on top of me.

It was the best time I ever had. I can still see the evening glades forming and coming ahead.

We need better technology to win it. As starved and abused our bodies were, including me and the boys. We could not quit.

Today’s dinner was easy peasy and tasty. She said I love you, and her husband was about to kiss her. She moved her face.

She said it was time, and with a dime and lime, he begged her to stay. For his problems persisted at night.

Everyone left the home except for his wife. At midnight 12 the play begins. For it was the day, mahogany bay, cutting in splits falling in golden dust.

The warring was on, and missiles turning strong. The fight amassed bodies, bodies smelled charred cooked, and handed over to dogs and cats.

I was trapped, crapped, and cracked in the rivers but the waters pulled me down and healed my wounds.

There is no bound as divinity states. While the wounds were healed. I searched for food under the hood.

With dead bodies and no water except sand, I picked up a charred bone and chewed on it for survival. With lumps of human meat, I kept eating till I vomit.

It was after the war I married my wife. My life, My strife to be in uneding ripe of a life. In hive Ist, the scenes transcend, bend, hand

As the trail becomes a weaving spray of life one fine morning my wife asked me, How much do you love me?

I said, ‘A lot!’.. hotpot the fire was crushing the funeral pyre but my girl was mad, hard, and rad.

She said I want to be inside you. I touched her soft lips about to kiss her. She told me, inside here not here, pointing to his stomach.

Would you like to try me? She asked! He said, “Try what?” With time she unfurled a tiffin box with small deep-fried pieces of meat.

Here is me to you, just bewildered not knowing what to say, he uttered ‘What?’ “Why are you hurting yourself?” She said it's my offering…. And, yet now I am now feeding on my convoy.

I could see the rustle and bustle of a heavy troop coming in. The people involved got the best of our warring force anyway as in exchange they shot down everything.

But after I called them, As I roam around my colleagues, my hunger cannot be satiated. Let me feast on another one of you today…

he slept like a corpse looking at one of his friend's faces with greedy and lustful eyes. This is after he ate his wife…

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