Do you see me in the
title.

Bet you don't, but I'm
there.

Plastic wrapped on a
fridge shelf.

I used to have eyes ears
and two nostrils.

You know, holes, like in
a six pack.

They thumbed and
indexed with one hand.

The other held a knife
to slit my throat.

I squealed, nobody listened
to me@slaughterhouse.ie