Little wheat flakes in a bowl,

golden and crunchy.

Freeze dried strawberries

as light and crisp as chips.

As milk is dumped on their heads,

the reality sinks in.

Those little wheat flakes

won’t ever be the same again.

Crinkly crinkle as the air escapes

to be replaced by liquid.

Their limp bodies pile

until the spoon arrives.

Those freeze dried strawberries,

at first so crisp and red,

now drowned by milk.

They float on the milk.

Silver spoon brings these souls

to the yawning mouth,

so sustaining.

Never the same again.

Sweet milk, filled with sugar

extracted from its victims,

is the last one standing.

Yet again.