Nosebleeds

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Nosebleeds. I get these headaches in my dreams. It’s dark

and light. I’m frightened and excited. The truth feels close and that’s

all there is. A feeling I’ve chased, something always known and missed. And

when I wake, the pillow’s bare. Dry to the core, I draw a cold bath. I see red in

the river. A drip from my nose, and she’s there. I’ve got this headache, and

she’s still here. The truth feels close, and nothing else matters.

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