my love alone
was not enough.
you needed it all,
the flesh and blood.

how many times
did you watch me cry?

how many times
did you stroke the
edge of the blade against
my wings before
you finally clipped them?

you left me bound to earth,
to these two feet, however
fast and far they could
run away.

you left me for dead
i felt like an
animal corpse
rotting in your closet
for years, withering
more and more
to bone.

you filled me with venom
and i have had so many
mouths suckle the wound
but i am still as poisonous
as the day i escaped you.

and i still wish i could fly
the way i did before.