The Messiah
I approached a small hillock surrounded by bedraggled, staring people. The were mumbling; ranting. A religious cult. I felt exalted and alive as I stepped onto the raised ground in the midst of them. I said, "You are all blessed!" and they shied from me and groaned, "Unclean!"
My wrists were bare, and I brought my left one to my mouth and bit down. My canine teeth, as dull dreaming as they are awake, slowly bruised and finally pressed through my skin, letting me bleed. The forlorn ones flocked to me to taste, holding a small glass vial to the wound to catch the blood