Wrong Box

A dark liqueur chocolate
In a box
Of milk nuts.

How did I get here?

Whose mistake was it?
A distracted factory worker's?

As long as the box stays closed
I am safe.

But when it opens,
Can I hide my dark skin?

Someone will bite into me
And, instead of finding a nut,
Will be flooded with liqueur.

Will she scream?
Will he spit me out?
Or will he sign in wonder,
Will she purr with delight?