the opposer

She din’t sleep again last night
Over a bowl of oatmeal
she said
“I am so afraid of freedom. . .”

Why?

She stood
Carried her bowl to the sink
Sighed and said
“Beacuse
Then I have no one to blame
but myself”

I made some toast

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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