Have you ever sat in a bath of blood? This was many photo sessions back, but I distinctly remember laying in my blood, paint, and corn syrup. There’s a certain euphoria to feeling yourself floating in complete nothingness. It’s strange how I’m completely terrified of deep water, but I could fall in love with the silence of water rushing into your ear canals.
And it fades into a symphonic crescendo of silence that’s so disturbingly quiet.
A part of me imagined myself free-falling below into the porcelain…descending down below the murky, bloody depths. I think I could truthfully lay suspended in blood. The taste of iron on the tongue is like an elixir that sits on your tongue thick as honey.
I laid in the bath and I suddenly recalled why Lady Bathory attributed blood to youth.
Blood is life.
Blood is beautiful.
Blood is pure.
Blood is a drug.
When I get my period again, I swear I’m going to lay in the tub and let the blood flow freely from my uterus. There is no greater pleasure than watching a clear stream run red.
Cherish your blood, friends. Blood is the source of life. 🩸
Terra Fied
2021-11-23 16:31:21 +0000 UTCCory Cowley
2021-11-23 12:30:00 +0000 UTCThe Devils Blood aka Thomas Quante
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