Independence It

cat man had enough forced isolation sabbatical dreams after quarantine entered his hermit cage in seclusion I need time out from lockdown he promised they told me of the psycho cat’s demise but cats have nine lives so I can spend one and I may use it on my free accord face my own mask and fearless persona fantasize about chosen solitude beat the rat race and feline adventure the label I hide on the wine bottle is a wise decal of aspirations decanting the truth into fine crystal bodes a farewell from forced captivity while I look at the ceiling of limits eerie floorboard creaks near the white sand beach sanded pine wood pining for ocean’s roar no more footprints I can walk on my hands balance harmony and despair for good when he woke up deluded in night sweat pyjama purring and soaked wet with delight claws clenched around fistfuls of withdrawal clattering teeth grinding out last resolve he took a swig from his wild genie’s flask rolled a stone in front of his caveats crept deep into his cave and growled untamed will had been abandoned for good and he dwelled in emotions and chuckled social distance is not bad after all I just don’t want to be told what to do it’s in my genes I’m made for concealment contagion won’t harm be for I’m myself 26th September 2020 Collaborate With Me contest Sponsor Kim Rodrigues