Leftover misery

It's happened again
Her stomach is aching

She gags again
The taste of her shame coating her mouth.

Her boyfriend laughs at her
He always laughs when this happens

Like she's not trying her best
Like she's not aware of her failure

“Cheer up babe.”
He smirks at her.

“You can always try again later.”
Later.

She knows there will be a later
And she knows she's afraid.

"I can do this"
She whispers with hope she doesn't really have.

"Next time"
She promises herself unwillingly

She closes the Tupperware
Shoving her defeat in the fridge

"One day, I will be able to accurately measure pasta"

But today is not that day.

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