Qualms (Poetry Freestyle)

Today was the day when freedom came:
started in the most ordinary way.
We both ate cereal from our designated bowls
and talked about how far we were from our goals.
Then we did our full eight hours.
Once home, you asked if I’d like a shower.
I politely refused and went to bed.
You understood and told me to go ahead.
I waited until I was sure he was sleeping,
then held the satin covered pillow above my arms,
covered his face until soon, he was no longer breathing.
Ask me if I have any qualms.

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Poet, short story writer, and aspiring novelist. This blog details my writing journey and everything in between: supporting other writers, doing a feature column and serving as editor-in-chief for All Authors Magazine Online.

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