Destruction Vignette

It was after he drove away, after he left, and the curtains closed. It was after I threw away my care and concern; for myself, for them, for him. But it wasn’t him that mattered, it was me. A bit of me fell asleep that day. My body was exhausted, sure, but my soul was ruptured. The abandonment struck me to my very core.

I was not enough.

I had thrown all of my life into that love, and then I watched as it disintegrated back into dust; dust that refused to settle, refused to return to the earth where it rightfully belonged. We were supposed to save one another but, instead we destroyed each other.

He returned to the lie he held comfort living in. And I broke. A million little pieces. I couldn’t find a broom to sweep myself back up, so I ignored the pieces of my soul that had scattered around my body and I walked away, handing out destruction to anyone I could sell it to.

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