Splitting is up, one two one two. Splitting is up, like a piece of fucking pie. That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you split up a torso.
No stare down at the body. What do you see? Do you see veins and blood and matter? Or do yo(more)u see something else, something much more sinister? When I look down I see magma and ash. Fire and brimstone and sin all curdled up into someone's strange little beating heart.
Now don't play coy, you all know what is going to happen to her. You all know where this charade will end up. With body parts and ligaments and joints all askew, naked and ashen, rigor mortis at its finest.
Creature and creation, boy will this gesture blow you mind. Look, it's waving. Now please don't be rude. Wave back.
Things start and things finish. Find your pretty little sole in this deep dark enclave. A raven can't save you now, so you may as well wear black to the wedding. (less)