Margaret Alice Second

Freshman - 1,809 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Evil Incarnate In Her Eyes


She hurt me bad, she made me sad, she broke my heart,
she saw to it that she made me feel inferior, just as she
preferred the company of her husband’s first wife to that
of her twin sis, tonight her car broke down – again – we
arranged a tow truck thing

It was not good enough, she organised her own delivery,
angry that I did not drive in myself (I cannot tow her car)
from there she hated me, I called - can I get you now, NO,
your tow truck never pitched up, she would not wait for
him, organised her own transport

Stupid me wanted to keep our date - she told me NO in no
uncertain terms, I failed the test she feels, when she needed
me I did not myself charge in (I cannot tow her car) yet I
should have been there fixing things – I thought a tow
truck guy would bring her in

WRONG, she took control and cut me out, my little family
surprised – is that how it’s done? – they ask, I must admit
I never made the grade for my twin sis, I’m evil incarnate
in her eyes…

Tuesday 13 August 2013

Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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