WORDS: No such thing

By Patrick McGuire

Fate rides on fiery tracks

as the warmth of the flame

creeps from underneath the door tell me one thing, darling is it everything you imagined it to be?

Before all hell breaks loose let the bride and groom touch lips and serve the dinner plates to our esteemed company, dressed in fine linens and embroidered hats, as the pigs are led to slaughter and the young busser pours water

When all hell breaks loose I will bite my lips and clench my fists but first bring the devil before me I’d like to look him in the eyes and say, “No such thing as fate.”

After all’s said and done trumpets sound in revelry the dead dance in their wicked symposium and victory and defeat share the same bitter flavor

Patrick McGuire is an amateur writer living in Estes Park.