Trinity part 6

I scratch my fingers down her sides and she starts to quiver. Breath flows through her unevenly. I hold her tighter and bite. Rusty coils squeak. Bodies stretch, bodies shift, and she grabs the back of my head again, presses it closer to her, breathes louder and I claw deeper into her flesh. Culminate. I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds. spills from my cup onto US8d floods the Daniel Boone National Forest, Kentucky