C’est Bon Anthology vol 35
Bleed
Blood is of the essence.
It can be a mesmerizing thing. Either when it gushes from an artery or trickles down a finger, drips delicately from the ceiling or whooshes in your ears.
Are you sure those chills that run down your spine aren’t ones of pleasure as you notice your fellow passenger picking mindlessly at a scab, and you imagine yourself ripping it off and licking it clean then and there?