Snap!

A bad dream…

There was a drip-drop
from the crusting volcanic spot,
a drop of the organic platelet sauce.
It was fresh from the primary injury,
the nasal bridge (POP.)

I couldn’t breathe.
It was worse than usual.
There was nothing left for the concerned
then a clean break, snap!

Oh, I, bleeding so well,
dreaded the impending crack.

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