The dark thing in Feathery Turnings

I’m amazed once again at my poisoning powers.
I can replant and nurture my self whole,
only to lose all control.
Neglected and left in the sun,
replacing water with liquor instead.

I excel at collecting,
Taking the good things and hollowing them out.
I’ve ruined another one now its just a shell.
Put it on the shelf
Make a note to self
“Let this be.”