I want you to
give me parts of
your body,
repair mine.
Sew your hands to
what's left of mine.
Like a tree tied to a post,
my stubby fingers will grow
around yours,
reaching and reaching
toward
the light.
I'll outgrow you, suffocating
your once deft fingers with my
now
strong ones.
Mold your arms
to my fractured limbs. Like
a cast,
they'll hold and
protect my cracked
bones. But
the heat, the itch,
the sweat... I'll
saw
through your arms,
freeing
my fresh limbs.
Give yourself to me,
so I can take what
I want
and leave.
I'm sick of giving.