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Copyright © 1997 Mark Collins.
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Goat Willow
My man is not a good man, really if I am honest with myself
I say he is evil. Yet there are things about him that I
love. Yet I do not love him, how can I really love him? I
suppose I pity him. My man is a very clever man, and why
he should be so wicked I don't know because he can be very
charming, but I think my man hates people and wants to be
as big as the Devil. If the Devil ever manifests himself
in the flesh, he will have met my man - and been charmed by
him. Yes I have my beliefs, I am a strong Protestant and
my man takes advantage of it over me. Yes I pity him for I
will live in paradise when this ordeal is over. Indeed the
ordeals I go through daily and nightly; and I cannot help
it but I am heaping coals over his head. Burning coals, and
please God - I don't want him to suffer like I suffer. If
only he would get peace.
[End of this extract. The full story was published in Nasty Piece of Work #4,
June 1997]
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