Sitting at the kitchen table fingering grocery store flowers three days old, weeping over a mason jar glass while your seat’s gone cold again.
Head hanging low, I am an angry bitter being. Tongue rebelling, stomach curdling from the aftertaste- a spoonful of overdone heart.
There’s more than one cook stirring this dinner pot. She’s licking pink lips while dipping painted fingertips into the brew.
My fraying dirty apron hanging crooked on the hook is sauce splattered, stained by our reincarnations each ending badly.
Yet, here I go again, thumbing through grandma’s recipe box. Scrawling handwriting noting, “the secret to a man’s heart is pleasing him, filling up his gut.” But, I’m finished going hungry choking on crumbs, snatching stolen bites as he dines on wildflower honey spread thick across warm homemade bread.
Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm, music, and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.
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