Kennil In Her Mind
We are great friends, Shauna and I.
She is fun to talk to until the last five minutes.
The last five minutes of every conversation
is always about Kennil, her brother.
Kennil is sick, a psychopath, a terror.
He tried to molest her, abuse her.
He killed her baby sister by kicking her mom
In the uterus when he was four.
Kennil, Kennil, Kennil.
She always says “I don’t have to worry
about that piece of …..”
at the end of every conversation.
Yet I can see that she does.
I have figured out a way to get out of
hearing about him. I now ring off
before she can get to him.
Sad she does not see this pattern.
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