Torn from the womb. Reeking of the flesh from it's premature tomb. Body split in two. Seeping amniotic fluid fluid now a viscous fetal soup. Vomit the fetal flesh. Try to keep down the rest. Vomit the fetal flesh. Laughing as you wretch. Infantile homo sapien stew. Bones so brittle they won't be removed. Convulsing as I brew. Bubbles break the surface now it's ready to consume. Vomit the fetal flesh. Consumed while it's still fresh. Innards and tiny bones. Expelled while the mother moans.
from The Feast Unholy,
releases January 1, 2018
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