In Case of Bloodspill, Drain the Bathtub

Pandora opens the box as you

I.

Wallow in your own gore and

Track how blistering

The red

Suspends and spreads

As you pretend you don’t wish there were more

And you

II.

Bellow,

You are bleeding and

You are barely breathing and

There is nobody to blame but yourself

But this isn’t like the movies -

Nobody checks the locks and

Nobody slides down against the door

With their head in their hands,

Tortured by the echoes

That only seem to expand

So if you happen to kill yourself slow enough,

III.

Apply pressure once you can no longer tell

If you are dying

Or if the weakness is just a product

Of too much crying

You told them you would try again,

You

IV.

Imagine that you are as clean as your hands

After you scrub them with antibacterial soap

But that isn’t a very effective way to cope;

You’re still drowning in a craze and honestly,

They aren’t counting the numbers you are costing them anymore -

Now they are only able to count the days they have left with you,

Because one of these times you will be tossed up

To the point where you will

V.

Flush the biohazard down the toilet,

Kill yourself

Fast enough

VI.

Drain the bathtub

The end may be near, but

You’ll be damned if the blood spoils it