The festive air smells of blood

and liver and burning hair..

raping their flesh

and ripping it wide open..

this thrust to taste the victim

suck it and lick it and swallow.

i surrender to this cultural crave.

but down inside my internal organ,

the lower part of the alimentary canal ,

and the viscera…

i can still feel the

BUCUUUUUUUCK BUCK BUCK BUCUUUUUUUUCK

oinks and maaaas

and squeals and bleats

trying to flee from up the entrance

the mouth and nose

and this burp like egg

then forcefully expulsing the mixtures

dripping down the rectum and anus

these undigested feces

looked much like mince meat

ready to wrap inside thin layers of flour

into momo or watever

but too bad no gas.

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