Seeking Answers: Poetic Soul Thursday

Trinet
“There, there,”
She said
Petulant eyes sharp and annoyed, her
Voice echoed with fear
Not fear
For herself
But fear

For what
She would
Do to the scum crying on
Her lap, staining her new skirt
She wasn’t
Here for
All that

But Casandra
Needed information
And if listening to his blubbering
Got her closer to those answers
She would
Put up
With it

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