I am bursting with blood,

sickening but joyful.

Bursting with blood

in a city of meat

and plastics.

Crying,

the taste of parched lips

with the pangs of muscles.

Red eyes

in a red land.

I am cloaked and longing

amongst the plaster.

I wish I could see something,

but all is the fleshy crimson.

Es rojo. Es roja.

I have cried out to the gods

and they showered me with molten glass.

I am frozen and burning.

Frozen and burning,

in bitter glass.