Meagre Offerings

it has always been your trait
to keep me in the dark;
to feed me bone marrow and splintered tears
ground to powdered memories;
sometimes spiced with a pinch of blue –
for your amusement.

i would have preferred
to swallow the bitter pill –
but you reserved the whole batch
for yourself.
“I never wanted you to see,” you said,
and slipped me another dose
of powdered past,
sneering.

i ignored your offering
and left you
behind.

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