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.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
My goodness! You have captured the intensity of this emotion with such bold precision! Unforgettable write 💜
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. 😀
the intensity echoed through this.. a lot of power packed into a few words
I totally agree with Rommy. A nice succinct write on a huge subject. Well done.
Oh wow, I can feel the steam from this one. Well done. I can relate 🙂
Ooh! That poem positively oozes wrath! That final word cannot be read/said except with dark contempt. What a masterly little write!
Wow, intensity concentrated and stirred with fury!
Oh… I love that… i think I recognize the feeling of being him… 🙂
Wrath really rules in this one. I love it!