and the juice ran down his chin

It was a grotesque act if one sat down to think about it. The chomping and gnashing and tearing of some solid tissue from a plant or an animal. He wondered if we were to see it all out in the open, not concealed behind tightly pressed lips, would we think differently about the violence we enact to nourish? And so he tried it, the gnashing and chomping with his lips wide and his teeth bared. And yet all that it really reminded him was that that violence, that act of destruction, that’s where the juice comes from. And the juice ran down his chin.

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