i've got this scab on my face. i don't know what it was before it was a scab. a mole, maybe. a beauty spot. depends which suburb you're in. whatever it was, something scratched it and turned it into a little knub of blood crowning a little knub of skin, right there on my cheek bone. i don't know how long it's been there or when i started doing this but i keep pulling it off. watching it bleed out and dry up again; locking its doors and barring its goddamn windows.