Chelsea Fanning
Twin wires whir across my ribs sending electric signals back-and-forth . I ’ ve set this trap to catch and fry anyone who comes too close .
Each fall , I open my chest cavity , inspect the coils and plugs , run olive oil over taut lines to keep the shine , tighten bolts shook loose in early spring .
It opens just enough to bait a mate , snaps shut when probed too deep . A perfectly timed execution line , never meant to trap anything .