Pitiful, fearful, deathful,

I know death lurks.
Ecstatic are the bakers— morphing and mashing me.

Punctures in my skin help me breathe my last breaths,
idolizing the life I used to live.
Excited smiles stare me down.

Pleading for my life,
inching closer and closer to the “sauna.”
Energy fills the room for my funeral.

Placing me on a crystal clear plate,
I understand what’s to come, the deadly sword slivers for my life.
Eyes glare graciously at me.

Poison flees the top of my cave,
I know death still lurks.
Evening strikes and my life is swallowed away in an instant.