Claw at your eyes
Ties tied tight around my *****
As Plath would say
Mother may
I please just cut myself in half
Throw away the ties,
Lies, and sighs
Muffled by ruffled feathers.
Walk around free
On sea
Touched palms.

I sent you my body in a bag
Of ones and zeros
It waits on your doorstep
Unopened.