The sight of a split open skull pulls you in. It's kind of amazing
There lies a face, fractured in way that would otherwise seem comical, and out comes the very thing that kept everything moving, from flesh and bone to thought and love
Every feeling felt, every word spoken, right there, across the floor, like a wet sponge
Getting tingly yet, thinking about it? A shudder down your nape?
I get that too. It's supposed to feel like that
You never really get used to it
That's why it's amazing