Real

The sky is bleeding again.
The earth is drinking;
greedily slurping.
Fingers reach up,
drawing away bloodied.
Beneath the earth,
something writhes
in the sky's earth.
Shades of hurt,
colouring the horizon.
The sky is bleeding again
and down, down it drips.
Readily soaking
our fingers that
eagerly reach up
towards the end.