Elle (theroadtoelle) wrote,

A tirade of inaccuracy

Prompt: As my story came to a close I realized I was the villain all along

I stood in the office,
feet squared against carpet
an uninspired shade of grey,
and ranted.

I poured passion into my delivery
with the same enthusiasm that
people pour maple syrup onto pancakes
(with none of the sweetness).

As the last words fell out of mouth,
in a tumble of heated frustration,
I realised that all along the problem
was me.
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