She wraps her arms around herself when supply cannot meet the demand for comfort and holds herself in.
Buckets deep, my little red shovel and matching pail,
Bailing.
Leaving a bread crumb trail.
How I've been so easily
Lured.
Once again the scene of the crime.
The big bad wolves ask for me by name.
Take
Take
Taking their share.
Slicing and shredding.
Taking and getting.
Forgetting my name.
