Set me free from the barred enclosure
and scratch off the ice
where my mouth persists against the wall of solid,
my lips still in the shape of my last offering.
Drill two holes where my lashes
and upper eyelids
are bonded to the frozen window.
Separate the deep pocket of spikes from my eyeballs
and release the terror from my manifested eyes.
Chisel gentle around my compacted breasts,
and scrape free my lungs.
De-ice the slime and mucus in my throat
to ventilate the grievance, the silent arguments
and inaudible lyrics.
Open a passage to my heart and my coronary atrium.
Let the phlegm in my isolated veins liquefy,
and kindly remodel
and control my atrial pacing.
Carve out my elongated body,
and sculpt with care along my spiny back
to retain the image of my vertical stability.
Pare sensibly around my front and dorsal limbs.
Untangle my wispy fingers, one by one,
and slowly undo my folded hands across my groin.
Slice the ice between my legs.
The reckless stroke of the blade
intends to shatter the last relics of my constraint.
Let my limp body glide to the surface,
let me feel the light,
and leave behind the toxin-filled piles and slivers…