With everyone
You've
ever
Touched
Screaming
Silent
Accusations
In your
ears,
You join
Monkey Boy
In the kitchen,
The
telly
Yammering
Brainlessly
In the
Background.
He's hunched over
A T.V. dinner,
Some sort
Of frozen
crap
In brown gravy.
You pull
A blood bag,
From the
freezer,
Ripping it open
With your teeth.
Xander looks
up,
While dumping
More catsup
Onto his own
Slop,
Frowning.
With a flourish.
You empty
Your own
Frigid sludge
Into
a coffee cup,
Adding Tabasco.
Xander
Swallows
Heavily,
Shoveling
More fake
Dinner
Into
his
Mouth.
You put the mug
Into the microwave,
Lounging against
The
counter
Until the
Soddin' thing
Dings.
Xander
jumps-
You'd laugh
But
It's all you can
Do
Not to
scream:
Your mother
Stands behind him,
With bloody eyes.
Though dead
And cut with
Turkey blood,
You slurp
The
plasma
Long and loud,
Slamming it all
In one
Nasty red
shot,
Before
Grinning
At Xander
With
Gore-stained
Teeth.
Special Ed throws
Down his fork,
Knocking
His meal
To
the floor,
Falling over
The coffee table.
In his sudden
Run
for the loo-
Satisfied,
You put the mug
Into the sink
As
the sound
Of retching
Fills the flat.