Lordglyk: This morning, walking on the raw asphalt past the fresh-cut grass, I suddenly felt the smell of its blood. Her sweet green blood. These lines were born in my head.

WiliamPostoronnim: Yes, I also made a salad today. Cut the tomatoes with a knife. Two ripe, red tomatoes.And whenever the knife cut off a thin, pearl-musted skin and stumbled into their soft vegetable bodies, the blood flows sprung out of the broken, sparkly carcasses.The softness spread to the sides and fell out impeccable in their naked defensiveness, loose and wet innernesses.
And on the table were three small, green cucumbers with cut buttocks.They were lying and bitterly crying.In the place where it was still very recently strong, the young flesh rolled tears.Tears of pain, fear and despair.
I also couldn’t stand it and I cried.