Depression IV

by nourayasmine   Jul 28, 2020


I simmer the onions,
cut the pepper and mushroom,

soak the chicken with
red wine,

smell the fresh bread,
the pickled beets.

Then toss everything
to the trash,

I still can't eat
your favorite meal,

without you.

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