Half Eaten

Sometimes
It’s like a mouse
Sleeping,
Harmlessly curled up
In some warm bodily nook.

Sometimes
It’s like a snake;
Slowly sinking fangs into flesh,
Indulgent,
Poison seeping up thighs,
Veins treacling,
Heart slowly thickening,
Consciousness
Limping.

Other times
It’s like a dinosaur
Has stomped right up to me,
Glared,
And chomped,
Casual,
Direct,
My torso.

Leaving me
Like two thirds of a piece of toast.