*Drip* *drip* *drip* *drip* *drip* *drip*
""*Huff Huff*""
Blood dripped from the glass shank in Markus's hands as he huffed and heaved, being out of breath in this malnourished, skinny and beaten up body.
There was a bloody ball attached to a cord-like stem splattered all over the ground, the cord is connected to what's seems to be like a art piece in it's level of imagery, particularly around the gory parts. What was once the upper jaw and face of a man is now a bee hive leaking red liquid and bit's of skin were falling off like worn down, tattered clothes.
The image of the bloody scene kind of reminds Markus of a fruit that's suffered through an absolute kitchen disaster and left in the sun for a week.
The other eye was still contained inside of what was once the eye socket but the way it is drowned in a pool of blood looking up lifelessly as Markus invokes a feeling of finality that Markus can't fully describe.
