Caren Krutsinger Poet Narrative

She Had a Knack

She escaped with her life, but barely.
He had been determined to take her light.
Her self-confidence had been eroded to a tiny piddle.

The first thing he had done was eliminate her family
And her friends, her bobbies, anything she loved.
She wondered now what had happened to her cat

He had belittled her, made fun of her choices, put her down
It had been a real struggle getting up from her crawling position
Church was something he allowed her to “try”
As long as she did not include him

He thought it was harmless, figured it would be a good way to control her
His father had used Bible verses to control his mother.
She had found other things in that church.
She loved singing, others built her back up

With their help she had made her escape
She was now living in a pink shabby chic trailer
Out in the woods, next to people who protected her
From the likes of him

The trouble is, she might do it again.
She had a knack for finding abusive sociopaths.
He had been her third one.

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