Bullfight

I struggled to get myself to standing, but when I did, my teary eyes were met with carnage from a battle that I forfeited on the pathetic sheet and veil that once preserved my privacy. I quit before the complete siege, and yet there was blood, discharge, sweat, cauterizing fluid, and cervical tissue. I inserted my portable, plush carnage absorber into my underwear and saw a once meticulous tray completely ransacked while the menacing electronics tower awaited the next victim of a bullfight.