Bread

I flung my body Like bread to the ducks Stale biscuit sweet Hard. Cruelly misbaked to the wrong Baker. Pecked at my dolly sized pieces – ‘Keep still’ Pretend not to feel the pain. Repeat: ‘I am still bread’ ‘I am not dead’ But deep inside I felt the snaps of beaks, the disillusion of winged hopes flying me to new [...]