Communion

You give away your soul

like I give away my heart.

I crush your bones

as I consume the bread

that’s supposed to be your body.

Doesn’t it hurt?

Constantly giving yourself away

to people who don’t even know you?

I drink the wine

that’s supposed to be your blood.

How do you do it?

How do you give

and give

and give

away

and not feel the pain?

The intestines twisting like vines off trees,

heart clattering inside your throat

leaving you unable to breathe,

bones crushing and grinding into finely tuned powder

feeling?

The suffering of knowing

there will never be something about you

that is truly yours

because you gave everything away

before you could define it for yourself?

How does it feel

to sacrifice your soul

person after person after person

crushing your bones,

depriving you of blood

until nothing is left

except an empty plate

and your shattered soul?

I watch as you bleed out in front of me.

I want to help you.

Tell you you are worth so much more

than sacrificing yourself

for the sake of other people.

Tell you you don’t need to have a heart shaped hole

where your heart should be.

Tell you you are allowed to breathe

the same air I do.

But I recognize that maybe,

this is what you wanted for yourself.

That maybe,

sacrificing yourself is your way

of showing others that you care.

That maybe,

you’re just a character in a fiction story

that others believe is real life.

So I crush your bones

in the bread I eat.

Suck you dry of blood,

leave you lightheaded,

in the wine I drink

and turn around to go back to my seat.

As I do, I look up at your statue

looming over me and whisper

“why do you do it?”

The look in your eyes says

“you give away your heart

like I give away my soul,

in tiny increments

to everyone you meet.

I recognize that maybe,

sacrificing yourself is your way

of showing others that you care

but you’re allowed to breathe

the same air I do.

Breathe before you disintegrate.

Put your heart back inside your heart shaped hole

and tell yourself,

you are worth so much more

than sacrificing yourself

for the sake of other people.

Go out there and define who you truly are.”

I’m a young aspiring writer trying to figure out life. (She/her)

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