We Don’t Eat
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Aftermath (for the daily prompt Feast)

We Don’t Eat

Toppled chairs like upended dreams,

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d r

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d r i

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d r i p

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d r i p s

fractures of glass and ruin, a red spill of wine creating a rhythmic pulse as it d r i p s off the war zone of the table's edge.

Collecting in a pool within the carpeted earth.

A riot of grapes and cheese lay like shrapnel across the smooth oak surface. Silver encrusted plates dissolved into fault lines and unsteady fissures.

There imbedded in the wall just above where the first chair would stand quivers a carving blade, its handle slick with grease.

In the center sits the remains of a beast roasted into a golden brown. Splayed out bones that still glisten with meat.

A feast that no one will eat

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