Easter Eventide: Contrition

And now comes the familiar sensation
of nausea and over-sated gluttony;
chocolate, marshmallow, sugar in a dozen forms
melding into syrup to replace blood,
slogging through veins to a
heavy heart—not heavy with sorrow
or contrition for sins on a holy day,
simply heavy as my hips, my stomach
reinforced by massive quantities
of starch and glucose. How miserable
the deserved wretchedness of the
gastrointestinal system, but my,
how deliciously sublime the dietary abuse
that led to this semi-comatose prostration.


Nudge: Write about an instance of gluttony. What did you eat, how did you feel physically? Were you sorry or were you looking forward to doing it again? What penance did you pay, if any?

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