Leech

Writhing and wriggling.

Smelling for blood in the water.

The faint, intoxicating, smell of iron.

Leaking all around in the river bed.

Latch, latch onto the surface.

Leech. Leech the blood.

Leech the sweet nectar.

Subdue to the ecstasy of it.

The release, the feeling. 

As if anything is possible.

Leech it until it is empty.

Losing the bite, tugging and pulling away.

Losing grip of the bite.

Losing hope of the release.

Pulled away. Writhing and wriggling. Leech.

Fall to the bottom.

Hopeless. Curled and forgotten. Leech.

The finality of the flow of blood.

The finality of all hope.

Wriggle. Wriggle to Leech again. 

Wriggle to leech before the end.