Ribs and vomit meshed together in a marriage that certainly was as off setting as the moon and sun in sweet embrace. With each misshape of the jaw came a sound applicable only to the truly grotesque and the sick. Hands gripped into the soil mirroring an infant to the clasp of a mother's breasts. A combining of regurgitation correlating with insects buzzing around in the form of very small scavengers caused a rumbling in the stomach of those who dared to witness.
Nothing tastes as sweet as water for the one deprived of it. Upon approach from a friendly person a growl could be heard. One must act like that of the wild animal when a life treatment is similar to a boar forfeited nourishment.