Penalty
(This is Fiction)
There are usually a lot of things I should’ve done,
yet, this very moment, I’m thinking of just one.
I should’ve sent a check to pay the electric bill;
I could’ve seen the spider perched on the windowsill.
I couldn’t turn the light on, the room was hot ‘n stuffy.
Now, my poor, bitten hand is red, painful and puffy.
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