here i am crunching apart, to pieces, trapped in some sort of. . . pair of silver jaws, ragged and raw, becoming a bit of charnel, sustenance, i dunno, pleasure for the taste maybe, any number of wonder, any case of complaint, two to try not to taint each other, bronzing in the rays of extremity, churning n broiling until the broth has seeped into the very bones, and the munching continues thunderous because it is all around, cutting possibility, ruining opportunity..

flexing now. . . slow and widening eyes focus, sound will not engulf so completely, whereabouts discerned suddenly and this being .. stuck in fate belittled as bait for my wandering prison, individual personality and it will not let itself end, the chewed shards of me crash forth and inhale cleanly!

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