"Shall We Join The Hades?"
Horror in the Modern Style by Ran Screaming.
Two guys heading for the guillotine, bobbing and weaving just like Joy'd said they would, that night when Rita'd heard Macie tell Jane about The Plan, ducking and stumbling, and then Mary laughing and the blade coming down on vertebrae, first on one, and then, after that one, another one after the first one -- snap, snap! -- because June'd the best grip for letting that rope go, fast, and then after the first one and the next one, no one, and just like Bessie'd said, The Plan'd worked.
"Did anyone see us?"
Marie'd had her doubts, but straddling the neck of guy number two, scooping out the entrails of guy number one, Allison'd known for sure that Deborah'd remained invisible to the world.
"Don't forget the liver."
"Write it down on a Post-It, and fax it to my office."
Anna'd cackled, and that'd made June Bug smile. Liver on a Post-It, hold the mayo. What'd Frieda think of that?
"Yeah, well, no."
Their livid viscera, their unredemptive haecceity, their chopped meat of satori in a cosmic abbatoir.
Rock 'n' ruin.