Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue One

Zuzanna Nitecka

Christmas Day

The sky seeps into this house through the glass dome stretching from here to infinity above its many rooms and corridors; clouds collide with the dome with a soft metallic CLINK. Tonight, swarms of guests pour into the house to feast. They sink their teeth into juicy meats, grease flows down their fingers, roaring laughter fills their throats. They tear to pieces. They rip apart. They devour. And when it's all done, Gabriel turns off the lights and walks away, absent-mindedly wiping his hands on his wings.