That the story of them is part of the ways by which she self destructed and self loved.
That the foundation beneath her feet was already made from bitter shards of glass and
That the ceiling above her suspended too shallow and cut her off at the very moment where she began to form a thought.
That she tried to utter tears as they escaped her breathe.
That the ropes meant to hang their wet clothes were wrapped around her neck around and around and around
That the sores on her feet had sores on her feet
That her forever sarcasm stung of the painful truth she hid about her first 30 years
That the day she believed he would come for her was the day she stabbed away the shame
Instead into loving herself in deep, exquisite, multidimensional ways that he could never unravel