I am the arrow

Feeling like quoting a little Plath this evening:

"Overexposed, like an Xray.
Who do you think you are?
A Communion Wafer? Blubbery Mary?
I shall take no bite of your body,
Bottle in which I live,

Ghastly Vatican.
I am sick to death of hot salt.
Green as eunuchs, your wishes
Hiss at my sins!
Off, off, eely tentacle!

There is nothing between us!"

from Medusa