LEAF 1030
2025-04-27 / SemioIto
A.
A war ignites on the breakfast plate,
burnt grease rises with the scent of gunpowder,
crumbled toast falls like shattered rubble.
Syrup bleeds slow, thick like spilled blood,
black coffee reflects the silence of death.
Knife and fork clash like sword and spear,
grits roar in fury, pancakes rage unbound,
no retreat, no refuge —
only a ruthless battlefield atop the morning table.
