This story is based on the prompt, "Blood," by @miniature-tiger Last Smile: A fiftyword story on the theme "Blood"

Pink flesh was peaking out, a flower almost.

From its nucleus rose broken bones.

Thrashed like an airplane crashed, slowly dying in dark, his mouth full of his own penis-blood.

The girl across him illuminated by a mere shaft of sunlight finally avenged her crippled motherhood and dead honour.