via Daily Prompt: Control

The Mark 

Words

Heartless

Deliberate

Flung from a mere empty vessel.

A broken vessel.

A murky soul.

The need to control runs deep.

Power fueled by the helplessness of the weak.

Consumed through their misery.

Through their troubles.

Defiance gleefully accepted,

It made the game that much sweeter.

Boredom?

Entitlement?

Cruelty!

Malice!

Not always with a slap.

Not always with a grand insult.

The abuse was often subtle.

Subtle words.

But it was there.

It left a mark.

A much intended,

Irreversible mark.


Written by Irene ©TheyOnceCalledHerPumpkin

Post Inspired by Today’s Daily Prompt: Control

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