Warning! Self-indulgent fan-poetry ahead!! Vaguely Season Sixish…

DRY

You once said that blood

Is the point.

Blood makes it all worthwhile.

Makes us live.

And sometimes makes us die.

And sometimes isn't anything

important at all.

I once saw blood drying on your face

Like macabre halloween makeup.

I had blood on my hands.

It itched as it congealed, and

I wondered if it worked that way for you too.

Without a heartbeat, you must a have

Desert of dry inside you.

I wonder if you itch

Like I do.