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What Is Wrong With Her

Explain yourself Justify your actions She begins shutting down She can hear her inside voices whimpering I want an answer, you idiot. What is wrong with you, you moron? She is in a fetal position now. Incapacitated and fearful. All he sees is her silence He is disgusted by it. When they met she was a light. She had a joy. She has lost all of that. He is angry now. What is wrong with her?

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Imran Islam

Date: 7/4/2020 9:41:00 PM

This is wonderfully delivered! Bravo, Dear Caren.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/4/2020 10:54:00 PM

Thank you Lure Pot.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/4/2020 3:09:00 PM

It goes back to when they met...he robbed her joy.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/4/2020 10:54:00 PM

He truly has.

Janice Canerdy

Date: 7/4/2020 8:08:00 AM

Joy can be killed by meanness. Your poem says this movingly and clearly, Caren. Janice

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/4/2020 11:00:00 PM

It can be indeed Janice.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 7/4/2020 6:07:00 AM

Oh my. Succinctly captured... PTSD, and brain "flooding". A heavy little poem for there blurry pre coffee eyes. Well done dear poetess. xomo

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/4/2020 11:01:00 PM

I have seen this; it is horrible for the children also.

V. Deepa

Date: 7/4/2020 3:31:00 AM

Hello Caren mam, Nice descriptive poem.:-)Girls remain silent for a reason.Sometimes their partners fail to understand their thoughts.That is when misunderstanding pops up.I liked this work.:-) Keep writing and keep inspiring. Best wishes from Deepa:-)

V. Deepa
Date: 7/5/2020 7:20:00 AM

Yes, women are treated like girls. They are being robbed off their joys

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/4/2020 11:01:00 PM

These are women, but their boy-folk treat them like girls.