blueberry muffin.

Look at you.
All neatly packaged.
Spilling over
Your paper dress

They peel it off you
With their eyes, their hands
No patience or pause
Just hunger

Your doughy flesh
Exposed.
Fingers wrapped around your waist
As you hold your breath

They rip you apart
Take the best of you gladly
The sweet, easy layer
You offer too willingly

They leave you the rest
Headless and un-held
Crumbs clinging to the hem
Of your crumpled dress.