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"