It's funny how blood makes me nauseous

when I used to beg it to drip down my arms,

beckoning it with razors and scissors

like the red would scream loudly enough

to drown out the laughs and the yells and the threats that

I'd been saving in a piggy bank for years.

Sorry to make you uncomfortable

but you watched this movie for

five million, two hundred and fifty six thousand minutes

so you should have seen the twist coming.