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nosebleed
by Katie Dean
She remembers and forgets almost everything.
When she woke up that morning, all she could hold onto was a stupid memory. The smell of ammonia from her nose. Blood. Pinching the soft cartilage below the bone, trying to stop the waterfall. Checking to see if the bleeding had stopped. Blowing her nose. More blood.
Its all the nosebleed section here. I tied my shoes, I walked on. I fucked you. I meant it. I dont anymore. So what? I just keep this restless tide at bay for as long as possible until one night with the skyline and a rooftop when the rain wanted to pour down but didnt. Ill just wait. I do. And I dont and I dont know how to say it.
10/21/2008 Posted on 10/22/2008
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