Beneath Chiron's Hoof
A trad wife boomer woman I know has quietly seethed for almost an entire week.
I had no idea because I am far too focused on writing poems with cool mystique.
I have been connecting with kind new people and keeping my wits sharp and sleek.
But her feelings don't mean anything to me anymore because she is sadly very rude.
For the last two years I have endured her jealousy and her prejudiced, sour attitude.
We would all be much better off if she went to therapy and developed some fortitude.
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Seph Vi | Year Posted 2026
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