לפני 5 שנים. 19 באפריל 2019 בשעה 13:55
Morning. A grassy forest slope.
A wandering bull that got tied up in barbed wire fence. Attempting to escape. Straining, wriggling, twisting, pushing the wire deeper into its skin, cutting into its flesh, tangling it upon itself further and further from all directions.
Pain.
Twist tighter, push further, stretch the wire, break the fence posts, cut deeper, shatter the bone, shave away bits and pieces that were once you into a pulp. A pile of shed organic matter lying on the dewy grass.
Let it enclose into you completely, enter you, define you, until there is nothing left but a spasming lump of meat hanging in a bloody tangle of metal.
Light.
You're alive.