Who Do You Trust
Who do you trust?
The boy was seven.
He thought for a long time.
He shook his head ‘no’.
No one? She asked.
He barely nodded yes.
What about your mother? She asked.
After a longer time
He looked up.
Glared pure hatred toward her.
Shook his head 'no'.
Shutting down completely now.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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