"Midnight Nose Bleed"

I jerk awake, drowning,

choking, gasping, spitting red.

Liquid metal runs thickly

down my throat like

muddy brown molasses.

Warm life stains my pillow

and covers my hands in

crusty crimson gloves,

filling my room with the scent

of iron. I rush to the bathroom,

leaving a trail of bloody breadcrumbs.