and spilling..

haven't felt the compelling urge to write lately. it feels like weekdays are long boring bridges without a view to the weekend. i have not been reading the news and i found out about the bomb through an email of pictures of the buses. disGusting, as my friend would say. disGusted.
it's cold and it's not compatible with human life. my hand bled in the elevator. i thought it was someone else's blood at first and thought fuck i should be wearing gloves now i have hep c all over my hands then i remembered with a jolt that this is not the hospital and that it is my own blood and the guy in the elevator is trying not to look. where is it dripping from. shit i must be bleeding exsanguinating out from my nose like i used to as a child. he must be really good not to look at my nose dripping blood while i am toying with the elevator buttons.
have a good night he said and stepped out
i went to the mirror and scrutinized the nose which was blood-free
my hand was deep red now and so was the key which i dropped into the sink
how insane is that my hand my skin decided to split open without invite without respite for the cold and spewed all that blood as if to tell me i've been stretched to beyond human capacity by the stupid unforgiving weather.
thankgod i'm not made of steel
i'd be so bent now