Disarticulation

pelting downhill hear gasping hitching breath smell fear running, running jump a pile of garbage bags he stumbles land on his back grasp his shoulder shred his jacket from his back fall with a crash rolling back on my feet, throw myself on his back again before he can rise pressing down, forcing my gloves creak knife snug in my hand draw it along the back of his head shave the skin from his forehead ten arcing lines all the way down his spine deep incisions on both sides one between each pair of ribs a great circle cut from the belly and removed like a cookie-cutter bury his head in his own organs drown him in his own offal disarticulate his knees pull him apart! anyone else feel like long pork chow mein?