She Did Not Mean To Kill Him
She did not mean to kill him
But she did
A never before unknown self
Had risen from the bowels of preservation
He had approached her with a claw hammer
And something snapped
Possibly because she had already had three hospital visits
Black eye, broken jaw, bruised tibia, broken collar bone,
All accidents.
Oh no he would never hurt her
You saved yourself, her relatives told her. Good for you.
You are evil, his relatives told her. You deserve all kinds of punishments.
She was horrified,
Not realizing she had
This self-preservation in her.
The first two years had been wonderful before the beatings began.
She grieved those two years the ten years she was in prison.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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