Opening Up

 

A slow, gradual opening.

As Venus Fly Trap

secretes sweet nectar,

beckons with irresistible smells,

pleasant, open surroundings.

Little Restaurant of Horrors cries,

“Feeds me! Feed me! See? More.

Don’t let me die!”

 

It feeds on the hungry.

Kitchen newbies, tired caretakers,

crying children.

Lures them inside,

imprisoned in closed spaces,

oblivious, ignoring their fate.

They leave satisfied,

but doomed.