WOW SO OKAY THIS GOT WEIRD SORRY
TRIGGER WARNING FOR LIKE BLOOD AND DEATH AND STUFF IDK
It’s thick between his fingers. Slippery, kind of like saliva, he thinks. But this is better. This is so much better.
It pools across the linoleum floor in sluggish lakes. He skims his fingers through them, brings them close to his face and inhales deep. Iron, and copper, metallic. A pink tongue flicks out, swipes a finger clean. Sweet, salty.
He presses his hands into it, palm down, leaves handprints on the wall, red smears on his face. Everything he touches is red, everything he touches glistens with life.
This is life, this stuff on his hands. This blood. This is what flows through veins and hearts and cocks and cunts. This is humanity, this is animals. This is everything, and he’s holding it in his hands. He’s tasting it on his tongue. He’s smelling it, seeing it, hearing it, the wet, sloppy way his hands sound in it as the body nearby drains of it.
It’s warm, like a blanket, colourful like paint. He feels like a child again.