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