Red Rain

Light a fire. Light a fire that spreads fast. Light a fire that spirals into the sky, red tongues of flame licking the clouds, flames ascending the heavens. Watch the sky turn red, blood-red, watch the sky bleed red drops of rain onto the ground. The rain comes fast, red and full of fire, scorching skin, burning earth.

A god is dying, and his blood rains down upon us.

There is blood on our hands - on your hands and mine, and as we reach towards each other. My palms are slick with blood, my hands slide across your face, marking your face with blood. You reach, with your red fingers, inside of me.

And there under a red sky, under a bleeding, dying God, we make love.

His eyes are full of sadness, as he watches me climb onto your lap, watches you grasp my hips and heave, watches us beat a tattoo, faster and faster, against the red, bloody earth.

His eyes drip tears, crimson tears that drop upon my head and yours, tears that writhe down our bodies, sneak into our crevices, snake along the insides of our innards, worm through our veins, and pierce our hearts.

We shudder then, together, at the same time, we shudder. You pull my head down, onto your chest, and I rake my fingernails across your back. My screams are muffled by your skin, and your moans are silenced by my hand across your mouth.

Red rain still falls, as we wriggle apart, as I claw my way through red, bleeding mud away from you, as you struggle upright, zipping your fly, buttoning your wet, torn shirt.

The god above us breathes his last, his dying breath, forcing the clouds together, and thunder sounds across the sky.

I look up into the sky, full of horrible sound and noise. I am scared, and I pull my skirt down, wipe the mud and blood off my face.

In the distance, through the falling rain I see your back, as you walk between the trees. There is fury in me, and I clench my fist so hard, that blood spurts as my nails dig into my palm.

And you - you feel the heat of my glance on your back, you feel my burning anger sear your skin, charr your clothes. You pause, and you reach a hand across your back, fingering the marks of my nails, tracing a trail of love bites that lead towards your neck.

And then your eyes fill with fire, fill with venom, a poison that blackens your eyes. Your eyes spit black poison, and earth shrivels under that black, deadly glance.

Under the gaze of a dying god, Hatred is born.