It Must Have Been Thus

She rinsed her mouth with his blood. The salty taste made up for all the bitterness she had kept hidden beneath her tongue all these years. She described his blood as the slumber in a cloudy afternoon. The siesta of a pavement dweller unknown to the conspiring rain.

One day, he had disappeared inside his own body. And blood had replaced his skin. She was the search squad. She walked into his blood. Searching him. She followed a corpuscle with a torchlight. Swam deeper into the red. And still, he was nowhere to be found.

After she had lived those three months thrice, he sprung out of her.