I feel the side of my nose.  I look in the mirror.  I see a black spot. 
I squeeze it between two fingernails.  Like a pimple.  
Something black comes out.  It is solid, tubular, ribbed.  
Like a worm.  But it is not alive. It is dead. 
I pull, and  I pull more.  It is, in my nose, like a root.  I tug. I pull. 
It keeps coming.  Then. I've reached the end.  I've pulled it all out.  
And another one appears.  A small black tip, emerging slowly.  
I pull again.  I feel it, rooted in my face.  It comes more easily now.  Out.  Like solid poison, out from my body.