the morning after

"she flew"

i am sat at my dinner table
and i stare at my plate
i see there is roasted chicken leg
rested casually on a serve of white rice
the usual in the family

i slowly pick up spoon
to cut open the chicken
as i became closer to it
but i didn't
i stop and i stare again

the more i stare,
the more real it becomes
the more i realise
a dead bird's landed on my plate
and won't leave until i eat it
the more i am terrified

i jump
in rhythm with the bird.
the bird then grows
her entire body back
she shakes off
any excess rice on her
and flies off
crashing into every window
until she finally finds an exit

i wish i didn't eat her before that.