Noodles and strings, tomato sause and steam
I stare at my plate, wondering where to start
My stomach grumbles angrily as my eyes survey the food, taunting it
I reach for the shining silver fork that's cool against my fingers
It's soothing compared to the heat from the plate
I stab a meatball and begin my meal
My stomach is no longer talking as I stare down at my empty plate, stained with sauce
And I, am no longer hungry, but as satisfied as I could be.
And happy.
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This is so cute, I like how you wrote
ReplyDelete"I reach for the shining silver fork that's cool against my fingers
It's soothing compared to the heat from the plate"
Good job!