Spatter

He holds everything over her head

controls with word or phrase—

  and her light disappears

     bit

         by

             bit.

She no longer thinks,

no longer cares; only aware

of the sadness, the loss

     the ultimate cost

…and it always comes down

     to the cost… in the end.

Doesn’t it?

Why fight for control?

Why struggle till nothing is left

  but impressions and cast-off

   of who she might have been?

Ginny Brannan 2014

Not the usual but where the pen went today.