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Plotting my Escape from My Abuser
If you could read my mind
it would be more difficult for me to escape
I have the craftiest plan
but it will not work if you do read my mind
I am a ghost here, you have taken all of my blood
Bloodless, friendless and alone, I ponder my fate
Do I have enough energy left to make a break for it?
What if you catch me, will I be dead?
If you could read my mind, you would know I am miserable
Something I fear to tell you, for you are a mean pouter
I plot my path, wanting to undertake a new journey
It does not include you, but I wisely keep this hidden
Because I fear your wrath, your temper and your meanness
Because I am terrified of what you might do to me.
Where is my dog? He disappeared a long time ago.
If he is dead, where is his body? I plot my escape.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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