Everything fell apart inside her head. The messy chaos tumbled down on top of her and she is left for dead.
There are pages from books turned into bibles. Lyrics strung like lights that flicker on when it gets dark. Memories framed in shreds of heart strings and smeared soliloquies. Frankensteined shrines of men that were once and sometimes mine.
Dust that glitters in certain light and litters the floors. That is dense and consuming without light from the windows or doors. Where life grows and tangles unchecked up the walls. In her head it all began to fall.
The quake shook the frames. Rattled off the dust from ledges built to look like trust. Cracked the glass from the windows and leaked out tears that corroded to rust.
Everything fell apart inside her head. All her belongings jumbled up fell down; left her for dead.