I look at the orange orb, 

and it blankly stares at me.

My appetite tells me yes, 

But my lazy body disagrees.

I convince myself, and up rises the giant

From the couch, one step … at a time.

Head down, back hunched.

Never have three meters seemed so far.

I slowly take it in my hands,

The citrus smell and the slick outside.

A natural defense tactic, I realize.

Pssshhh, goes the orange,

as I stab my short nails into the skin.

Cszzsszz is the sound of walls peeling away from flesh.

The wrinkles obvious, the lines drawn.

I know where to separate, to end, to devour the last member

of the Citrus X Sinensis Clan.