Nose Bleed

The first drop hits the page,
An accusatory stain of scarlet on my recycled innocence,
Yet quicker it falls like terrible rain
On driest desert.
A chalice catches those mama-kilya
Tears, like some perverted holy sacrament.

This life leaks slowly,
Yet, its counterpart screams in my ear drum,
It seeps through my tightly pressed fingers
Like sunlight seeping through chinks in a curtain.
No one is listening to the

Hot, thick, globular gasps
But me.
A white tissue blankets the
Red, like snow on a
Massacre.

Yet still the moon mother
Weeps, baptising her people
In blood.
I pinch the bridge and the
Flow stops.