Christmas sweets

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For sadness, I ate three Christmas sweets.
To confirm it, I unwrapped three chocolates.
I swallowed them without feeling for not feeling.
I should not have come here.
The whirlpool of failure
Is enfolding me, constantly,
like tide.
I am unharmed,
Without money
To act as an armour against the uncertainty of tomorrow.
On humble knee, I ate vegetables. Tears salt and radicchio bitterness.
A repetitive gesture to quell the pain.
To feel it not.
The sorrow of the undone.
The certainty of being undone.