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dash the ivory flood
across the kitchen floor
and the glass turned to diamonds
or the fangs of an ice dragon
no one is crying over this
a plate is next
combatants revelling, almost
in a release neither wants
to admit enjoying

forgotten by them
beneath the table
too scared to chance
that distant crashing thunder
and howling storm
the white blood
of the ice dragon
is reaching
slowly reaching
for me

Thanks @FrostPoem for the prompt - milk.

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