Everyone I've met recently has a piece of me.
They clutch it in their hands,
holding it so that I can see it.
And when I take a closer look,
I'm staring at myself.
Everyone I've met recently has a shard of me.
I think I broke a mirror at some point?
And now they're "helping" me,
picking up the broken pieces,
showing me the warped reflections.
Everyone I've met recently has a bone from me.
They tear me limb from limb,
without even realizing it.
I don't fault them for that.
I asked them to take it.
Everyone I've met recently has tasted my blood.
Drank from a goblet that I offered,
poured from my faucets.
They lick their lips naïvely,
sipping on me unknowingly.
I have a piece of everyone I've met recently.
I don't know if they saw me take it.
While they were picking up my shards,
I picked up one of theirs.
And pocketed it.