Aftershock

She sliced her fingers as she picked up shattered glass – tossing scattered rainbows on the floor.

Everything was broken.
Mason jars, blue china, wedding pictures… They were like some sick collage covering the tile. All the perfectly ironed sheets lay tumbled and tousled on the floor of the linen closet, and out the rattled door. Every picture frame had fallen from every wall. The stagnant chaos was claustrophobic. But the suffocation came from none of these: It was the hidden memories let loose. The drawers thrust open, the nightstand knocked over, the boxes – naked without their lids – exposed the souvenirs of years she longed to wipe out of existence, to scare away with the scream that threatened to burst her weak lungs, held captive between her beautiful and harshly pursed lips.

Flashbacks came in feelings as quickly as breaths –

She lies on the floor. Her arm, tingling numb. The blood goes pulsing through her head, torturing every nerve. Just another beating; just another burst of unrelenting anger – the most fiery abuses from the coldest of men.

She smooths on lipstick and paints her eyelashes black. The mirror reflects perfection in the room decor, in her flawless face. Her flowing clothes conceal her malformed spine, the brokeness beneath the immaculate elegance that is her grown-up make-believe.

She closes her eyes. She tries to pretend that all of this isn’t happening, that it isn’t all falling apart. That her whole life wasn’t a lie, a beautiful deception. That a skeleton could hide – unnoticed – behind a closet of ironed sheets.

Then, with the boxes he didn’t use to move, she scooped it all up – pieces of a beautiful deception – and threw it away.

She sliced her fingers as she picked up shattered glass – tossing scattered rainbows on the floor.

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About Audrey Ashira

Audrey means strength. Ashira means song. "The LORD is my strength and song, And He has become my salvation; This is my God, and I will praise Him; My father's God, and I will extol Him." Exodus 15:2

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