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.