• She ripped the head half off the neck, staring at the white bones of the broken spinal cord, and then swallowing the death instantly with the violent spray of blood from the torn artery. But the heart, the beating heart, she would see it, taste it. She threw the body back over her left arm, bones cracking, while with her left hand she split the breast bone and tore open the ribs, and reached threw the hot bleeding cavity to pull the heart free.

    Not dead yet, this. Not really. And slippery, glistening like wet grapes. The faithful people crushed against her as she held it up over her head, squeezing it gently so that the living juice ran down her arm and into her open mouth. Yes, this, forever and ever.