My nose is running
Running far, fast and wide
Too fast for me to catch sight of it
Except from a distance
As it blinks
A red beacon in the dark haze of my cold.
A lighthouse
As my nose runs
Blanketing everything in a dark blue cloud
a mist
a fog emanating from my left nostril
tiptoeing down beneath my nose
not reaching my upper lip
I know it's not there
I can see it's not there
but i can feel it.
Oozing slowly.
A gelatinous mass of green fury
and purple frustration
behind my nose.
What is the speed of snot?
My brother knows.
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