Give until it hurts

Today is a fun day because it's Tuesday and in the bathroom when pooping I wiped and wiped until the blood came. That's how mom says it's done best. Till the blood comes, it's her patent phrase. Am I done, yet? Has the blood come?

And where goes the poop upon that bloody isle? Into the scabs to fill my body with poison? Yet I wash my hands. I always wash my hands for the poop shall not enter through the mouth, but always through the broken holes where the poop comes out.