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.