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.