The sniffle comes.
The tissue is out of reach.
Moving is difficult.
The skin is already red and patchy
from the previous wipes.
Dread fills up
like your nose as you hope that ignoring it
means it won’t happen.
Then it breaches
and you are forced to take action.
Snuffling and blowing
and wiping
it feels like nothing can correct the problem.
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