Throwing up bitter bile came first, naturally,
chewing on what came back to me.
Then came salt. Taste of the earth
in which I buried you, barehanded, barefoot.
After I swallowed sour memories of love
turned bad outside the fridge, left unattended,
my mouth watered. Revenge. Oh sweet revenge.
I used the deadly sins prompt again, 7 lines of seven words. Written for #NaPoWriMo day 28.