Shattered

Little bits of me
scattered
over Twitter
you can read my life
if you just put
microcosms of my tale
together
a jigsaw with tiny parts.

And I give a little soul here,
a few bits of  my heart
and liver just left
for the scavengers to eat.

They gossip and pick over
a little soul here and
a little heart over there
and soon there will be nothing left.

Life rips me apart,
caffeine keeps me awake
and so the jigsaw may never
fit back.
Shattered
a soul a mind
but I still give more.