hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
HER:
if you ever write another one
telling of the things that we have done
I will thrust a hairpin through your tongue
just as Fulvia did to Cicero’s…
whatever I have to do to silence you so that you remain unsung
and I will continue to criticize you with such vitriol…
HIM:
is that all?
HER:
yes, done!
© Heath Muchena
