I'll bring over

The glass

And by your Achilles

Heel, may the glass

Be broken

 

How many arrows

Must you shoot

All over my swollen

Body before 

You hit me

In my heel

 

The glass shards

Poke me with their

Flaming darts

And I cry out,

Begging you to take them

Out

 

Yet you stand there

And I realize that

I've had a bow

And arrow tucked

Beneath my arms

And they boomeranged

Back to their home

 

So I take the shards out

And my hands bleed

While you watch,

Pleased with the smell

I've offered at the

Altar

 

And I love that

This all finally

Subsides

Yet I can't help 

But wonder:

"Is it all gone?"