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You called me little creature

because you recognized the crack in my spine that meant you could

crush me in your palm.

I was dainty to you only because I existed

to be swallowed whole; you told yourself it would be easy

to dissolve me inside of you and burp out my feathers like a cartoon cat.

But if it is the last thing I do, I will claw my way up and through you,

until my bones stick in your throat

and my eyeballs roll down your tongue like marbles.