I do not fear you. Yet, I know I should.
Blood covers your face from ear to chin, some half-smile of a man too far gone. Blood always covers your face. I know it won’t come off. I’ve seen you try your best at it, too, but blood remembers. I think you’ve grown the like the smell of it, the feel of it as it splashes onto you. You used to hate it, you know.
I stand upon the peak of a ba...