One more train
and she’d be away
far enough
to lose him
Scavenged in her bag
searching for a ticket
and courage…
could use a dose of courage
Thought of her mother
how torn up she’d be;
of her sister, confined
to long-term care
Call for boarding
and a decision –
neck smarting from
last confrontation
He wielded his hands
like weapons. his words
like knives – her heart
a mass of bruises
What choice did she have?
Surely staying meant death,
but could she run forever?
Rage found new footing
Picked up her bag
hustled out of the station
Why should one man destroy her –
She needed a better strategy.
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One Woman's Quest 