Taking Him Apart Bit By Bit
Her blade was her tongue, sharper than any axe or hatchet
Her husband was the butchering block with slices stabs and punctures
Others saw it. He complained sometimes, but she had no ears.
Only a tongue that sliced and diced,
taking him apart gradually one little chip and chunk at a time.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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