Good Try Shame
Roast beef was fabulous!
I ate it so fast I could barely swallow.
Unfortunately it was insanely hot.
I am now suffering from burnt tongue.
This is day three. Almost thirty-seven hours later.
Why am I such a pig? I ask myself.
Grunting begins, and berating.
Louder and louder.
I laugh.
Shame no
longer works
on myself.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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