Odis floated above the lush branches of the Dulippa tree.
She picked at it’s juicy blossom, gulping down in ecstasy it’s sour tasting fruits.
She wept dark tears. Black pearly tears that delved deeply into the beating hearts that  grew in multitudes around the foot of the Dulippa tree.
And the hearts they shrivelled and screamed, exploding and popping in clouds of crimson.

Purple flies buzzed around and bathed in the bloody rivers.  Their bodies changing, shrinking, fattening, elongating. Their faces beginning to evolve, blistering and stinking they were popping out of their purple insect bodies.
Smiling faces, faces with licking black tongues that twisted and flapped.

The sky cracked open.
The fields turned red.
The born became unborn.
And death did reign in abundance.

Charlotte floated gently in the sea of blood,
She licked sensually at the coppery liquid that swelled around her.
‘Bloodland, bloodland, bloodland’ she whispered excitedly, as she began to move her head slowly beneath the waves.
She opened her mouth wide, and wider still, a chasm.
The blood rushed in in thick waves, down her throat as her body began to pulse, thrashing around like a serpent as her wings erupted from fleshy sides.

Odis and Charlotte together at last on a bed of purple, softly droning flies.
Their bodies entwined.
Their black hearts forever beating as one.  

M.J.Hewitt