A Vegetarian’s Beef
Dinner time
Not again
The scent of death wafts through the air
Blood
Unnecessary murder flashed before me
Chop it up
Fillet
Season
All for my family's consumption
The smell makes me sick
Hold in the vomit for a little longer
Soon it will be cooked
Eight people gorge on this while I
Sit in the corner
Bowl in my hands
Hoping it will soon pass
Can't look my husband in the eye
His enjoyment sickens me
(sometimes he names them)
But I will not put my beliefs on others
My heart breaks
I hate dinner
My head feels light
Is it bedtime yet?
Dishes done
Blood gone
No evidence of massacre
I can breathe again
Dinner's done
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