Abuse me once, shame on you. But after number eighty-six, shame on me for letting it get this far. Now it's time to make a change.
I've given too much blood and sweat to people I don't even like.
[ Amidst the smoke and fire, I've been brought back to life. I watched the dust and flames cast multi-colored lights. The sprinkler system's on. It's raining broken glass. It all runs down my face. I'm free at last. ]
After the dust settles, I will scour the debris-strewn floor. Collecting every tooth I find and making a necklace out of them.
So I can wear your smile around my throat to replace the one you stole from me.
