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HORROR STORY
















IAGO: He hath a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly; (Othello, Act 5, Scene 1)

Like the Minotaur it lurked,

His feeling.  Unacknowledged,

Shoved away, in the deepest dark recesses

Of his labyrinthine mind.

Champing and stamping when starved of its vile meat,

The beast sent tremors rising –

One could sense th'effect this had

By his louring countenance and ice-capped-crater mood.

Then down the twisting tunnel

Would he cast a bleeding morsel

That bought a short reprieve.

Short – yes, and growing shorter,

As the live victim knew too well,

Seeing how little remained

Of flesh on its bones to feed

That unappeasable monster

Whose horns were named 'Envy' and 'Hate'.

©2008 by Ruth Heredia

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