She retched her skull in two
brain stem looking
like roots in her hand.
Nerve endings cooking in the cool,
blood in one big pool
up to her knees.
asking, begging, please

Let me throw
this into some dark pit.
I have dug for years and years.
So I might forget
the way your thumbs felt
and seemed to melt
away my skin,
bruises, scars,
and etched things
revealing budding wings.