The Giver
You never disappoint
Giving with one hand
Then scooping around
To grab back with the other
Always taking away more.
What a record -
Track marks cover my body
Like a collapsed labyrinth
Tracing paths from injection points
To emptied chambers.
When you hunger, you smile
Stretch out your hands
And I shrink away
But your reach is long,
You give again
Then drain me to ash.
Copyright © Roseann Geiger | Year Posted 2017
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