Brimming bitter

An overwhelming sensation of bitterness crept under her eyelids, toenails, nose.

A shooter of syrupy Finlandia is hastily poured, hurled savagly from glass to back of throat, rejected, and drags up with it a bile flavoured chunk of lunch: pizza.

The quiver is plucked again; arrows shot deep into his eyes, his ears, his ass as the pounding tries to drag him down. He's up she's down, she pulls he floats.

The bottom is comforting in this non-consciousness.