Bread of Stone

RECEIVE

“Open wide,” my mother croons,
promising the deliciousness in the spoon
Will free me of the pain in my throat!

As soon as the spoon touches my tongue
I see her eyes, taste her deceit and spew it out!
Her betrayal buries deep within my belly.

I become nauseous.
Trust is lost, deception reigns.
How does one exist if death is served instead of life?

Why give a child a stone in place of bread?

What trick is this?
A trust broken between mother and child.
Nasty is the gift received that pretends to heal.