the cost of blood.

the cost of blood is twelve dollars per ounce. that price varies by geographical location.
and that is valuable, more valuable than anything else i could give you.
why give you my love if i could give you my life? why give you my heart if i could make yours beat?
the deadliest weapons are tempered in molten blood, and the cruellest demons summoned by virgin blood.
blood has a cost and gold alone can never pay for the guilt that comes with wounding someone. but what if it is not gold that is required for blood, but blood required for gold?
how much of yourself must one pay for something tangible, something kind? a loaf of bread is two-fifty and one hundred and sixty eight ounces will give you the bread to keep your heart beating.
blood pays for blood. slice open your hand and hold mine close, let the red red rain drip from our union as i pronounce us twins. it may be the first time in eight hundred years that we have shared blood, and you may not beat within my heart, and yet we have forged our bond in our own blood.
literally, and metaphorically.

the cost of blood is twelve dollars per ounce. that price varies by geographical location.
and yet no type is more valuable to me than yours, if only you could never, never stop beating your heart in a rhythm that only we know, forgotten like a lullaby to everyone else.
yours is as powerful as any other, that is true, but in the grasp of my hand it is more powerful than any other substance on earth.
but love, they say. but love but love but love. love is a mixture of chemicals but one could survive without love. it is not life, not really, but one can survive without love. one cannot survive without blood.

the cost of our lives is blood. to make love, to have more than existence, requires it. and it has a price, as love does not. love can only be freely given. it cannot cost you anything.
love can only be freely given but to make it, a brain must have blood. so blood must be your tax.

the cost of blood is twelve dollars per ounce. that price varies by geographical location.
my blood is worth more than my love, and i cannot give you my love without giving you my blood.
and yet we have a bond made from love and carbon steel, and tempered in our own blood. the blood we freely gave, without a tax, to each other.

the cost of blood is twelve dollars per ounce.
the cost of blood is free, but only if you're keeping it.