Sunday Morning Breakfast

Smoky, dense fumes fill my lungs.
Fresh pig’s flesh in oil,
Desperate to escape its confines
To her kitchenware.

He’s cursing again,
Flailing around like a fish out of water.
The swine spits back defiantly.
Urges us not to move an inch.

At least he’s trying, I think.
The dirge of mourning doves is drowned out in the distance.
He’s screaming now.
My heart sinks.

Another Sunday morning breakfast,
Toasted in her absence.
Tears well up in my eyes,
Glazing my half-baked scowl.

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
He fills his plate up with ketchup.
I pick my broken egg shells out.
Is it at all my fault?

I’m still young,
Don’t know what’s going on.
I ask to be excused
‘Cus I don’t have the heart to tell him I don’t like bacon.
Or the stomach to carry on with the bad news.

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Photo Courtesy of mirror.co.uk

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About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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2 Responses to Sunday Morning Breakfast

  1. Dandilion says:

    This really tells a story. I imagine a boy whose mother just passed and his father is trying to make breakfast for the two of them but he just can’t seem to manage making it like mama does. He knows very little of his son, mayube they’ve been separated and now reunited by their misfortune? I enjoyed this!

    • humblefoot says:

      I’m glad you enjoyed it, and love your interpretation! This is actually a childhood memory of mine. You’ve just about sussed it, it’s more of a metaphorical death than a physical one though. Thank you!

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