By Kaitlin McManus
As a kid, I got nosebleeds. Horrible things that started in my sleep, soaking my pillow before it woke me. Cauterization helps—a medievally effective solution. It feels like getting punched, except you don’t bleed.
It wears off.
I take the bump from a pinky nail grown long for this purpose—it’s not my finger, but I know. Coke makes you feel like a god for fifteen minutes. I turn my beatific gaze towards my long-nailed supplicant. He recoils, recants.
I snatch him before he forsakes me. We’ll dance. We’ll rage. And he will lick the blood sacrament from my face.
Provocative and lovely. Well done and thank you!
nice work kaitland, a bit spooky, efficient and effective, i like “long nailed supplicant”
Pardon me. If you were trying to be disgusting, it worked. I hope you weren’t “coked up” when you wrote this. Been there, done that, threw away the t-shirt decades ago. Get some help if you need it! Take care of you! Too realistic, honey.
This turned me off
I liked your story. Did not get the impression that you encouraged drug abuse through your story. Everything but. Great writing