I Think I Shit Myself, My Love.

Mmm..
Its Oozing,
dripping down
the corners of my mouth.
Salty.
Oily.
Glorious.
I get up.
HEY YOU MADA FUCKA
YOUR MA'S CUNT TASTES LIKE OLD BALONEY!
The Kid laughs.
& then comes back for thirds.

He's Sprinting towards me.
An Irish Bull Hurling himself at me.

I have about 12 seconds.

Our Hero Spits out a Delicious
Mucus & Blood
Daiquiri.
  
10 Seconds.

I look around before the Comet hits me.
It was raining but i didn't feel it.
There was a chill in the thick air.
my hood was ripped.

5 Seconds.

My hands are filthy.
The Skin is Ripped, Covered in whatever makes a man a man.
Dirt, Blood, And ashes.
I look at him.
He's here.

Mmm...