Battle still rages, as the dead pile around.
My axe is bloodied, but my sword goes unfed.
Cold is no barrier to piercing the dead.
Lifeless flesh warms to mine.
Odor of gangrene abounds.

Split wide open, ribs spread wide as her thighs.
Gutted like a fish, with icicles within.
I sink into decay, yawning orifice freezing.
She is stiff, but I am stiffer.

Fuck it, I need a drink.

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