From the Post Office

The brittle bones of man ruptured, as the cosmic veins of underworld hatchlings woke up. Fermenting biles of hatred bubble into expulsion, as the rabid cravings multiplied and feasted on infected thoughts. Mankind was dead, and blood was fuel. The brain plague parasitically ventured out, into morbid leakage. The ocean bubbled and man’s breath was ripped out of its hole with septic disgust.