Funny
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.
This poem is about:
Me