I must be the most beautiful goddamn vulture nature’s ever made. I cycle over grimy roads and dive for the glorygore of savagery. It’s so fucking delicious: the gaping bellies crying vital flesh, the stillness that comes after nanosecond violence. There’s a physics law that says something like energy cannot be created or destroyed, and I know this so well, so well, so delightfully fucking well. I sip bloody life from stale roadkill bodies that don’t need it anymore and I gnash my teeth on your decaying remains. You’re a fucking corpse and I’m so greedy for what you offer now that you didn’t in life. Fuck, death is so honest and I gobble it up in another’s afterlife. I’m like a god, taking and taking and taking. Cruelty is my profit, and if this savage energy cannot be destroyed, let it live in me. No, not live – I eat death and thrive.

















