nosebleed_brokentooth crOwl sitting there with a nosebleed, you smile to me with my broken tooth. "i'll get it to stop," you say with blood on your white shirt. "yeah, they'll stop eventually," i say, running my tongue over the hole where a filling used to be. and i'm thinking that our problems aren't always visible to others but it doesn't mean they're not there. "you should be glad your nose doesn't bleed," you say, your head back staring at the ceiling. "oh, it bleeds," i say. the sore on my tongue hurts like fuck. 040909 what's it to you? who go blather from