Falling into a hole
As your surrounded by
You fall thru a long
Tunnel like chute
Like some sort of magic
It compresses & forms you
Into a large, white egg
You still have consciousness
Giant rabbits collect at end
& put you into a carton
That joins others on shelves
In a while, you hear whispers
It’s the other eggs talking
As you ponder your fate
You listen, to pick up clues
Faintly, you can make it out
There’s talk of being bought
Then consumed for nourishment
To give strangers sustenance
As they devour your being
Terror overrides your soul
No – No! This can’t be!
Heart poundingly – you wake
Wonder, is this a birth dream?
patchwork girl speaks 