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Grapes, brown, bloated, bitter on the vine,
Dress the table, white cloth so fine
To halt our spiced tones mid air-
If they were to burst, where
Would the rotting flesh
Disperse, leaking
Underneath?
Spiders’
Feast.
About the Creator
Harbor Cecille
I carry a piece of the things that I love wherever I go. I love short fiction, chocolate ganache, forensic science, and, aptly, the water.
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