How quick the horn slipped sideward hooking him

The matador gored in the side trying to stand tall                       

Crimson blood on red cape further beguiling the bull

The other matadors enticing the bull towards them

The crowd in an absolute absurdity cheering the bull

The thirst for blood unarticulated until that moment

The horn entered the spleen blood gushing garish red.





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I will never understand a

I will never understand a human thirst for blood and gore, Stephen.