She finds herself
here again
desperate
face down on the cold floor

She is alone now
unclothed
tattered
and sore.

She wonders,
through clouded vision
how she got here.

Skin and bones
neglected and fragile
this same fragility
he feeds on.

She is searching
for the light

clawing
gripping
reaching

But she is too weak
to reach it
before her time
is up.