Muse Is Off the Chain Again
I was holding on to my lifeline of regular adjectives when they hissed.
Turning into a snake that twisted me into a frenzy and bit my ankle.
What the heck! The adverbs were laughing. I hate you now I told them.
I can never hold my feelings when the muse gets off the chain like this.
Windy breezy thoughts today.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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