rearrange the pillows #42

I turned over to my side and closed my eyes.

I can taste blood in my mouth.

It’s 3am.

 

“Like one who, on a lonely road,

Doth walk in fear and dread,

And, having once turned round, walks on,

And turns no more his head;

Because he knows a frightful fiend

Doth close behind him tread.”

Coleridge’s Ancient Mariner.

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