she is my cousin
maybe she has a mental illness, he suggested
I cannot discuss her with you, I told him.
She is not your cousin, you do not realize.
She has been through such trauma.
More than most have at fifteen.
She might be a scorpion,
lashing out, twisting her tail, stinging people
but she is my cousin, my scorpion.
I will defend her now and forever
for I know her other sides.
There are many.
She can be empathetic, kind and loving.
She has a tender heart.
This is why she lashes out first,
So she will not get hurt again.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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