Forced Pieces Taken 

The pieces lay on the floor, minute and indescribable, 
unaltered and fragile,

broken- 

one for each hand,

grabbing, 

clinging, 

needing-

they are used

to fill holes, 

made from parasites

born from sticky shame 

and guilt.

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