A Blood Story

A Blood Story

A Blood Story
Christopher Denq 2010

The color of blood is the most beautiful in all the world. A rich scarlet crimson… a ruby tear slides down the back of my arm. My wrist has a necklace of cardinal beads; an ornate hand dresses in the most expensive red habiliments. And yet… why is this beauty so depressed? The wine hue is permeated by a blue melancholy. Without the blue, there is no red. The pair surround me with its relaxing aura, so full of purpose and desire. And then I realized. The only reason I’m still alive, the only cause of my existence, is this blood… I cannot exist without seeing it.

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