His Blood:5

"You scatched me. Don't worry it's not as bad as bleeds."

I noticed I was bleeding, but I didn't feel much pain anyway.
Blood is the money of life.

"Blood is the fuel of the moon...
What do you think, very poetic, huh?"

I hugged her tighly and raised her, she leaned on me while the water gently washed away the shit and blood from our bodies.

A piece of the shower remained unwashed.
Stained with our filth.

I streched my hand.

"See this?
This is us.
Humans beings are made of this!"

As I smuttered some of it into my chest to stain it with the last drops of my fresh blood.

"HUMAN BEINGS ARE NOTHING BUT SHIT AND BLOOD.
Everything else is but a deception of senses.
We are but animals that can pose as civilized beings, but in the end we all come down to blood and feces.
Have you gone past the point where these things feel different and repulsive?
Inside of you, lies a pool of feces, fermenting, waiting to be expelled.
And it is thanks to the blood that you are alive.
Don't reject these, they are part of you!

She looked somewhat disgusted, but I could see it, inside her, something was changing, she was trying to overcome that sense of disgust.


"After all you could see it didn't you.
You saw it in my face!"