A day of indulgence;
heaps of pancakes
steaming sausages,
melting butter,
syrup pooling on the plate.
The rich woody taste of
freshly poured coffee.
Delicious madness!
I find myself, instead,
already fasting. My stomach is
empty.
I am left hungry
and curled up on
the red sofa,
nervous.
Sometimes I am
frightened when I am alone.
©Kathleen Moors
