The Blood

Dripping in red liquid. Soiled in it. It comes from our insides. When we’re cut open, the blood runs out. The blood streams down your body in thermal degrees as it’s been trapped inside you for your whole life. The blood’s so warm, so critical. The taste of the blood is very…..different. You get a sense of what you’re made of when you taste the blood. What do you taste like? That’s a question you ask yourself. The blood can do that to you.

The blood can be cold too. Ice cold at that. Cold blood. The blood can be anything. At the end of the day, it’ll always be the same. Red liquid inside of you.

The blood, drips in your soul. Drips everywhere in your body.


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