skip the spoon
this movie is shit. why did you come here? you’re already squirming in your seat.. does that feel good? you like those knives in your stomach? your nerves cracked already at the ticket booth, you better keep those legs crossed; you’re gonna piss with all that shaking.
I’m so hungry..
What, you can’t see? Getting foggy? That ain’t smoke. You need me.
I’m gonna be fucking sick…
“I-I’m going to the bathroom…”
She staggers to the aisle. She wipes the grime on her hands along the back of each seat as she makes for the door.
Where the hell is it…
Look at you. You’re one ugly fuckin’ bitch. You need me. I will make you beautiful.
Her matted, greasy hair falls into the sink as she slouches over, waning… she falls to the bathroom tile.
