Cruelty was the only thing she knew.

There were moments when it was sweet,
Like the smell of peaches on the trees.
But peaches rot (if they are not eaten)
All the way to death.

It was, however, not because I did not consume her
Enough, or leave her unplucked,

That she was cruel.
It was because cruelty was all she knew.

 

 

 

by Robert Hampton Burt

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