Sunday, 18 January 2015
I want to tear apart their faces with my fingers. Rip flesh from them in chunks, until their skeletons scream like newly birthed infants, freshly popped from a gore encrusted flesh wound. I want to hold them down by their face whilst they bite my fingers off in desperate protest. I want to bite their bones with my teeth. Gnaw away at their cheek bones like a dog snapping the neck of a rat. Grind them up and froth their putrid blood out of my mouth.