You take the bread-

Trembling…

All eyes are upon you.

Gingerly, respectfully eaten.

Yet bruises plague your throat,

And flames scorch your abdomen.

Tears-a flood-

Wide-eyed, longing.

What went wrong?

In silence-

Your hands clutched at your side.

And from your orifices

Flow streams of scarlet red.

~Carlos Overstreet