everyone is so afraid. they are shakin gand trembli ngand un stable
everyone is so afraid that someone will say it. they eat their food and kiss their wives and dot their i's but they are TERRIFIED
everyone is so afraid that someone will point it out. that there is something wrong with the dinnerware
it cuts at their fingers - white plates turned red the teapot so far gone that the smell of chamomile stains the tablecloth they are stifled - watching in horror as their forks split porcelain to pieces; and more; and more; and more . . . splintering into obscurity