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Issue # 6 January 2012
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Daniel Klawitter


Crumbs Of Cruelty

After starving her of nourishment for years,
he knew just the right words that would hurt her best.
And when he spoke them at last to her famished ears
her face crumbled like cake cooked in arsenic.
As for him, he was hungry as a horse, eating up
every last morsel of her misery without remorse.