She was tall and grey, her limbs rotted and hideously extended. Her grinning head was perched atop an elongated neck that swayed meanderingly as she moved, like a mountain stream. And there, there was the gaping cavity in her belly, where once upon a time the men of the town had torn her open and removed her unborn baby. Despite her decayed form, blood still gushed from the wound, splattering on the ground in an endless, terrible waterfall.
WHoa!
