Laurie’s prompt is straightforward today: three cliches, a confession, and a cat.
I’m feeling tapped out
like a boxer clinging to the
ropes crying “Cut me,
Mick! Cut me!”
Monday morning blues
are the worst and I have
a laundry list of chores
as long as my arm.
I spent a half-hour
in my car
watching TikTok videos
stalled in the Target parking lot
before I ambled in with the speed
of a sloth/snail hybrid.
Now I’m home, the groceries
put away, the laundry
rotated, the dishwasher
emptied and my cat
has plopped herself on my laptop.
“Cut me, Mick. Cut me.”
Strangely Close to Home 
She said, dribbling spit blood over the ropes and grinning like a drunk idiot.
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Aw fuck me that’s good. You always are able to go for the throat in the endings whereas I’m still pulling punches. I still have skills to learn and hone and you will always be an excellent teacher and mentor ❤️
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