Tue, 05/04/2021 - 13:25 -- HailsM

It's funny how blood makes me nauseous

when I  beg it to drip down my arms,

beckoning it with razors and lighters

like the red would scream enough

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

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

Sorry to make you uncomfortable

but you watched this movie for

8,941,136  minutes

so you should have seen the twist coming.



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