Author's Note: For an ipod shuffle challenge for the livejournal community, writerverse. Written to the song "Red Rain," by The White Stripes.
You set the interview tapes to loop endlessly and seek the pattern of his madness. His voice slips ever deeper into your mind, your soul, and he is a puzzle you cannot solve. You close your eye and listen, until the words fade away. He is there, in the dark behind your eyelids. His words drip red inside your brain, the color of blood and passion and life and you open your mind to drink him in. You feel the redness thick on your tongue as it slides down your throat. When your eyes open, your hands are slicked red.
