Feverishly digging into the frozen earth, a fresh corpse is the best corpse. Ripped from her rest I dig into the putrefied chest, gases and liquid leak from orifices as insects feast on the flesh. Her distended blue flesh is pierced by my c*** as I eat her zombie-like box, worms squirm on my tongue as digestive enzymes slide down my esophagus. Her bloated body collapses beneath my weight leaving a flattened cadaver whose flesh is that of a creamy consistency. Each thrust compounds bacterial build up as maggots gnaw on my b****. Grim frost-bitten fields of grimness. Illuminates by pale moon light. Pleading for Satan's blessing f****** this casketless w****.