Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

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.

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Angela Crabtree November 2, 2020 at 5:36 PM Poor man :) Caren Krutsinger November 3, 2020 at 3:53 AM There are two of them. I learned this from the best of them.

Quoth Theraven November 2, 2020 at 8:00 AM Caren, Luckily it's never the tongue-lashings we remember. -Richard Caren Krutsinger November 2, 2020 at 9:26 AM You must not have had the ones I have had Richard. Now I know you are not Richard my brother, but another Richard.