Poison

The wine glass slipped from the loosened grasp, rolling off each fingertip as it tilted slightly,
rich red liquid trying to escape the deep bowl that confined it. It spun gently through the air,
a bright flash arcing across the lip of the glass as the light caught it just so. The base of the elegant stem struck the ground,
a hollow ringing sounding like a death toll, as the entire glass seeming to ripple, shattering into a thousand pieces.
For an endless moment it hung in a mocking image of the container, drink still remembering the cradling walls,
until the force that caused its journey made the glittering shards rain down, liquid splashing, staining its end a brilliant red.
In the stillness the world was silent in mourning.