The Giveaway
by Nevada Kerr

She had to give away her time
There was no more time to kill
She had to give away her will
There were no more roles to fill

She had to give away her skin
There was nothing to conceal
She had to give away her face
There were no more sides to peel

She had to give away her knees
There was no more space to kneel
She had to give away her hands
There was nothing left to feel

She had to give away her arms
There was nothing left to hold
She had to give away her womb
Nothing else would break the mold

She had to give away her bones
There was no more flesh to stone
She had to give away her voice
There was nothing to make known

She had to give away her flaws
She had no more acts to grade
She had to give away her Gods
She had no more prayers to pray

She had to give away her cash
There was nothing left to buy
She had to give away her pain
There was no more hurt to hide

She had to give away her keys
She had no more cars or homes
She had to give away these souls
They were not good things to own

Written by Nevada Kerr
20th October 2000.