One in a Dozen

So comfortable in your bed

protected by your own stone

walls, you don’t mind being

moved from one place to

another as long as you are

well fed, until the day your

world is opened and blinding

light surrounds. You are cut

from mother's pearl, doused

in acrid liquid. And your slow-

motion flinch will seal your fate.

Elle est fraîche. Bonne appétit!

Bitten by the hand that fed you.