The Good Wife
Were I eloquent and bold, I’d wither you with my wit
To parry every sneer and snide disparagement.
Were I powerful and cold, I’d discard your sour weight
And, fearless, cast aside belittlement .
Were I comely to behold, I would not care a whit –
My winsome charm would override belligerence.
But all this I am not.
So, tight-smiled, I turn
To dip the sharpened blade
in deadly nightshade.
© Cate Kimberley and Word and Affect, 2012
PS This is still a little rough, but I decided to publish it regardless.
PPS Fear not – murder is not on my list of to-dos!
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