We were prepped like chicken that day
fed,
bathed,
skin massaged with fragrant oils.
A round table waited in the centre,
polished like an altar.
We gathered around it,
laughing,
gossiping about the men left behind,
the children abandoned to nannies.
Wine swayed inside our glasses.
Someone’s bracelet clinked too loudly.
Yet the room had already changed.
Eyes fluttered slowly,
conversations unravelled mid-sentence,
panic settling quietly beneath powdered skin.
Realisation kissed us goodnight
long before the darkness did.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 2:16 PM UTC
We were prepped like chicken that day
fed,
bathed,
skin massaged with fragrant oils.
A round table waited in the centre,
polished like an altar.
We gathered around it,
laughing,
gossiping about the men left behind,
the children abandoned to nannies.
Wine swayed inside our glasses.
Someone’s bracelet clinked too loudly.
Yet the room had already changed.
Eyes fluttered slowly,
conversations unravelled mid-sentence,
panic settling quietly beneath powdered skin.
Realisation kissed us goodnight
long before the darkness did.
