Bait And Switch

Crystal Rains
Dec 5, 2025
1 min read

He dangles a carrot

before a soul craving

something new.

Offers a whole buffet—

from the simplicity of a golden apple,

a vanilla cupcake,

to a whole suckling pig.

I find the ultimate bait—

a mille-feuille,

a tower of fragile layers,

pastry and cream

barely holding together.

French, indulgent,

uncommon.

The last piece.

Exactly what I want.

I think it’s mine—

but he turns his back,

walks away,

devours

the whole thing.

He points back

at a dish of carrot sticks.

This is all you can have.

I take none of it.

I guess I’ll starve.

Maybe I wasn’t that hungry

after all.

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