Midnight nosebleeds

I caught a glimps of my elbow in the bathroom mirror tonight. I'd forgotten how light and raised the skin is.

In fifth grade, while I was playing basketball with the boys, I tripped and split it wide open. I haven't looked at that scar in years. I'd forgotten that it even existed.

But I gave it a good long look tonight, running my fingers over the weirdly patterned skin. It's strange how memories like that can bulldoze you for a moment.

And then I got a fucking nose bleed.