The red red redness looks like blood,

But blood is thicker than that.

Blood is thicker than many things,

Among them water and spit and other bodily fluids.

Blood is icky.

It smells. Like blood.

Metallic, almost.

Wine is different. From a cask it smells, and from a bottle it fragrances.

Is fragrances a word? Unlikely. Well, not as a verb anyway.

I sit and wonder and wallow in confusion,

And I take a sip and it starts all over again.

The fear.

The angst.

The disorder.

The calm; the convenient consigning of unpleasant thoughts to a bin located in the brain.

The calm. Until the contents of that bin are emptied and questions are asked.

But: the calm.

Yes, the calm.

Calm is good.

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