You are deduced to meal.

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You do not know this is your reality

You do not know your last moments on the earth I have been blessed with

will be spent wrapped in the unhinged jaw of a Predator.

Its teeth will slice through your thin skin and you will be the first of many.

I will try to desensitize myself to this reality.

The man I love will cover my eyes as he feeds you like Prey to the slithering scaled creature in its glass cage.

He will tell me, “they’re feeder mice baby, circle of life.”

I know in some form that is truth. That you would not live long either way. But the crack of a spine will ring through my ears. And I know it is yours.