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you know what they say about a woman scorned...

Sleep Deeply, Dear

by Dawn Munro

Sleep Deeply, Dear How is it that I hate you? Oh, let me count the ways! You lied and cheated on me all our married days. You disrespected efforts, unless they were your own - accused me of transgressions - those sins of yours alone. When I would try to touch you, you'd slap away my hands, and when I'd say, "Let's party," you'd scorn my happy plans. So yes, I learned to hate you. I suffered for too long. My loyalty was nothing, and all I did was wrong. Our 'friend' won't know what hit her - I sure don't plan to say. We'll have a lunch together, and when she turns away she'll get what's so deserved, a sprinkle in her food. A little dash of ricin in bean soup I have brewed. Your cheating days have ended; you have no bloody shame. My best friend, like a sister, enticed to play your game... You'll fall asleep this evening in front of our TV: some ketamine was added to your after-supper tea. I've made these plans to show you I know a thing or two. Death by a thousand cuts, my Dear is what I've planned for you.

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