Nose Bleed

By Alexandria Drouin

Deep breaths of near rasps

provided fables

Of gas, dust, and those lion plants

I danced around in a restless trance;

Water wheels and jazz bands

In the mirrors reflection dozed

with those long candles and pianos

I held on to my empty ghost

high up on my tippy toes

All the thoughts that once arose

then bled from my nose

Deep breaths of agony;

Revolved around the lion’s leaf,

Resolved absolutely not a thing

when all the bad boys loved motifs

Reaper in the dark, tall, neatly folded dress

for feast

lead the, “May I have this dance?”

I danced around in a restless trance

I held on tight to my empty ghost

High up on my tippy toes

Then bled from my nose