teeth

I roam unfamiliar halls with 

A familiar sense of unease

Certain I am bait for a creature

Who will eat me as they please

Will I be devoured whole, 

In one single bite?

Or slowly masticated, piece by piece

To their delight?

Small, frail, delicate

A thing that only knows fear

Broken, shattered, fragmented

Throughout many short years

Will I be enjoyed again,

Like I once was?

Or will they spit me out,

Tasting all my flaws?

Strong, firm, capable

The things I am in dreams

Soft, plush, malleable 

Ripped apart at the seams 

A sense of dread interwoven

Chain links in my mind 

The doom I know is coming 

I never seem to find