I give and fuck and smile, snatching away little parts of myself and hiding them away, because they’ll be taken if I don’t. It’s all taken, in time. Some days I wake up and wonder how there’s any of me left. Some days I seek out my brothers and just sit there as they talk, like I’m an empty battery and they’re charging me up. Some days I feel like a brittle skeleton in a lake of piranhas, picked clean, nothing left to offer.
