Wrath

For breakfast that day, I had scrambled eggs
and wrath,
stirring so vigorously, I sprained my wrist.
I ate my portion and threw the rest away,
even though he was sitting there,
hungry and waiting.
Him.

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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write about one of the seven deadly sins or seven heavenly virtues.

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9 thoughts on “Wrath

  1. I have to wonder if the sprained wrist was worth seeing the look on his face as his eggs were tossed. I think in some cases, a little pain for satisfaction’s sake is fine. 😀

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