Carnivore

I stank of wine and meat. Nine months as a vegan had ended ingloriously, drowned in a few too many glasses of cheap retsina.
I felt disgust and repulsion for myself while I climbed the rough slope.
I had deviated from the main path that circled the mountain in order to cut the distance to the monastery. I realized my mistake too late. I had already fallen repeatedly and the mud made my shoes heavy as lead.
I turned on the torch. My palms were bloody. Fury and despair gagged my mouth. I angrily slung a stone at the sky. He returned it onto my forehead. I turned back onto the path I knew, and began again.