Killing Her With Kindness
He kept buying her sugar because she liked it.
He bought her pies, cakes, puddings and fast foods too.
She was a diabetic, so these goodies were bad for her.
But it made her feel so good.
For a few minutes until her blood sugar elevated to The Twilight Zone.
“Maybe this will do the trick,” He said.
Bringing in sixteen additional bags of goodies filled with white sugar.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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