He came with his teeth. They lay sheltered in his mouth. Concealed so noone else could see them; but i knew they were there.
The food was sexy. A sexy plate of sexy sausages and mashed sexy potatoes. What else could a pair of teeth ask for.
As always the food was tender. Vulnurable. Easily devoured by each chew.
The steady grind as molar clashed with incisor created a rhythm that was devastating to listen to.
The food diminished slowly. I watched it go smaller and smaller. The power of teeth against the weakness of food.
Predator and prey. The more cunning of the two knows exactly what to do; and more importantly…….how to chew.
I refused to be eaten. I refused to be swallowed up by something i could see.
I dodged between each tooth as they came crashing down. Less literally, but more metaphorically.
The teeth no longer phased me. I wasnt intimidated. Teeth or no teeth……..i wouldn’t be a platter of beef