I want to give you
A piece of me.
What would you like?
I want you to choose.

My eyes...?
No, too deficient, insufficient
And unseeing
With a tendency, recently, to flood.

My fingers...?
Tremblers now, them.
And the nails are bitten ragged, ******.
I push my rings to my knuckles,
And bend, and flex the joints,
Deliberately creating callouses, enjoying the pain.
You don't want these masochistic digits.

My arrhythmic, angry heart?
I think not,
You've rejected that, already,
And I'm not prepared to offer it again,
Get away, that won't be yours,
Cast your greedy glance elsewhere...

And so, we're back to what you wanted all along.
Go ahead, take it,
The part you wanted, longer for, risked
your world, and mine, for.
I hope it's worth it,
But I think
It would have been a better prize
Along with all the rest.