Frozen wings,
I lie in the sink letting it all soak in.
There's nowhere left to fly to.

You splay me, naked,
exposing all of my tender giblets
armed with a buck-knife
ready to incise this skin -
decorate me with your secrets and mine.

I'm only trying to withdraw silently
but you,
keep stabbing me delicately,
inspiring a nervous reaction.

I will exorcise this poison from these veins in vain.

All of these -
pink, fleshy, delicate, tender
endings in my skin
want to cry out your name and
I could wrap myself in your comfort.

But you sir, are a toxin -
and I am not your heroine.