Another Day

I crash-landed on this red desert planet
Two thousand scorching, burning days and nights wandering in my hallucination and deliria

I invented a horde of thirsty companions, who variously staggered and stumbled
Under that merciless, changeless, crimson, sun-studded sky and cruel stars scoffed at our meagre efforts
For moisture we sucked each other's blood, clotted, rotted, corpuscular essence oozed
From suppurating open wounds at our wrists, where we did graze most hideously

The most rеal of my imagineers was a young child of indeterminate sеx
Who suckled hungrily from my veins, draining my own reality to feed its phantom flesh
However, after its feeding, the vampire child would become remorseful, apologetic
And cling to my back, kissing me on my neck with its bloody little lips
And saying, sweetly, encouragements like, "Only another day, only another day"