It tasted like-

Bile rising up your throat when you skip breakfast

Charred brussels sprouts (because you were inattentive)

Tears that travel down the contours of your face

Vomit in your breath (though you rinsed your mouth)

Familiar/ Unpleasant/ Never far away.


26 thoughts on “Failure

  1. This is beautiful. Each line another pang at the heart. I particularly love the bit about Brussels sprouts, as that’s a failure I know all too well. (I’ve just learned to like the taste of lightly charred.)


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