She broke the legs with joy.
One by one as if it was nothing.
She had cooked some rice in a large frying pan
and added some meat and vegetables too.
She then broke the neck with great satisfaction.
Then she tore off the skin,
breaking the exoskeleton for tonight she was going to dine.
She was a predator. A hungry savage with incredible strength.
Her victim's pot luck to be eaten tonight.
The smell of saffron filled the air.
This was not her first meal.
Her mother had shown her how to eat like this
and how to prepare her food.
She was a Spaniard from Valancia and that
is how you eat shrimp when eating paella.
October 2013 en Madrid