Morning Breaking Fast

The words and hate

of others sting you.

Of course. And

no matter how much

you oblige them by

hating on yourself,

it’s never enough for them

because tormenting others

tastes sweeter somehow,

much like my bowl

of Weetbix is about to

suffer in just a few

moments. All twelve of them.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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