Sometimes, in the night, I have nosebleeds. I don't realise that I've had them until I wake. This one basically describes that "oh shit" moment.
I wake, in sanguine air
A sweat-seeped pillow
As iridescent dawn plays with my hair
The night's denouement lies still, below
I inhale blood and darkness
Exhale my former nyctophilia
Dreams are evanescence
The morning brings eunoia
As the incandescent, ethereal sun
Stirs my aching limbs
With receding oblivion
The beauty of the night's petrichor falls away, as I move to wash my face.
