Blood, dripping from my nose
over my shirt
then my shoes.

We’ll journey together.

Drop after drop. A quiet afternoon
in the embrace of tissues.

A church hymn, a scarlet teardrop.

Obedient echoes in the chamber
of veins,

everywhere, an infinity

Let the blood spill.

It won’t sing aloud
but peels into rivulets
and caress the curvature of the skin.

This air senses my un-nerve
standing in silence as the sole observer.

The unwavering observer
glistening in the amber sunset
lingering on fragments of constancy
stepping back on the bus
my discomfort
everybodys pity
witnessed in a cascade of moments.

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