headrush full of glutteral yells
steak knives find their way to my hands.
gripped so tight, my knuckles turn white.
i can't stop the stabbing until you take a bite.
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This is certainly out there at the leading edge - disturbing, but resolutely followed through to a crashing climax. Rgds, Ivan