he whittles away at her
with small humiliations,
a certain tone of voice
.
a certain look of disdain
passes across his face
so quickly, like a single
frame of a movie we call life.
.
she has shrunk over time
from large as life to as
small as a church mouse
scurrying quickly across
an unswept floor.
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