My Struggle With Phil

Raw skin iced to the touch. Pale white except for slight bruises.

Fatty in all the right places and stubborn to boot. 

Tied to me and yet unwilling to listen

Thawing his heart, hard as his liver. 

But I know his inside is filled with emptiness

I yearn to make him whole.

Though others don't wholly approve.

Then see him thaw

and fall open for me.

Its such a silly Turkey

Such a silly Phil