There you are, sitting at the dining table
The lights glistening above
Reflecting orange and pink in the transparent tops of the wine glasses
Their shadows stretch for miles beyond.
The wallpaper covered in gold and red patterns from the 1950s, almost smiling at you, telling you
“Just drink”
The invisible faces stare, mocking you, bellowing with laughter as you stare deeply into the glass in front of you
The first of many
The eyeball floating within sharing a glare
Why do you hesitate?
This table stretches for miles
You have so much left to do.
The door behind you has long disappeared
The smell of rotten eggs filling your face
Drink up.
Your delicate fingers trace the rim of the glass,
The swirling of water forming a whirlpool from the slightest touch.
It would be so easy to spill it,
Leaving the pure tablecloth splashed in red,
Like a fresh rabbit to a dog.
It would be so easy to break it, rip it apart, watch the colors mix and relish in the chaos.
It would be so easy to just give up.
The rim of the first glass reaches your lips.
Cheers.
Gekkotsuki
Sounds good, bud.