I had a dream in which I lived here on the page.
You couldn’t see me. I was too small.
I needed you to see what I could do, so I cut myself and pressed my flesh against the white light.
I realized early on that it would take gallons of blood to make you see.
Being only human, I started a tiny war instead.
When it ended, the page was red, and the message was lost.
Or was it?