What do you want from me, darling?

Because I know I could be it. 

If you need help repairing those wings I’ll pull the very feathers from my flesh. 

And if you want a cocoon I’ll spin it from the webs of my womb to envelope you in some place safe.

And I’ll do everything to nourish you, until I’m just egg shell and dusty remnants of once-was yolk.