A loss of words

In the deafening silence

How do you explain

That he lashed out with violence?

A loss of words

In the eye of the storm

I triggered the switch

And watched him transform.

A loss of words

In that crucial moment

I slammed my mouth shut

I had become his opponent.

A loss of words

As I see his hackles rise

His fists connect with me

This is the part of him I despise.

A loss of words

Because he’s forever rearranging

What is and isn’t allowed

He’s endlessly  changing.

JKC

So, I’m adding this as an after thought. My mom read this & was worried about me. I often write about whatever comes to mind. Also, I try not to think about it & just let words flow. When I still was working I would often write prose after seeing a client. It was a way for me to release whatever I had absorbed from them…kind of like the negative energy. People would often say, if I shared it with them, that it was like I had gotten into their heads. I think it was just a release for me. I am currently reading a book about a woman in an extremely abusive relationship & I’m really involved in it. I was thinking about it when I started writing yesterday. That being said, many of the things I write prose about are personal. It just depends what’s going through my mind while I’m writing. No worries about my hubby & I please. He would rather leave than hurt someone physically. He saw his mom suffer abuse growing up & he does not ever intend to go down that road.
I’m so used to my writing being private. I didn’t think about an explanation, just wrote about what I was thinking about. Sorry guys!!
Hopefully one day I’ll get it right, or at least have fun, while about it I write!