Sharp, salty, salyne pools of water forcefully spill over her red rimmed eyes like daggers. The droplets leave a scorching trail on her pale skin, as they kiss there way down her neck, the last obstacle before her chest, where they will painfully reside in her heart. At the moment she silently mouthed a thank you into the air blowing through the window and around her body mass, because she had worn her black lace bra that day. The material was bought for her by the same person who she was now grieving overs’ departure. The garment stops the tears trail from journeying further down her body, giving them enough time to soak into her broken organ. The said organ, being the heart, is still pumping blood, but it might as well not be. She still feels completely dead inside, even though her functioning parts speak otherwise.

Yesterday claims the date belonging to her last breakdown… ever, because she no longer has enough strength to go through the cycle again. All she has left are the post broken hearted signs. A ghost has interlocked both hands together while wrapping them around her neck making sure to allow just enough air supply so that she can no longer sob for fear of cutting off any remaining oxygen, or so it feels. Her limbs tingle from poor circulation, because they’ve been lacking any form of movement for soo long now. Her dried tears have left itchy, patchy, trails along her skin, which map out every droplets starting, ending, and forked off alternative routes’. The less subtle physical signs include bruises which almost look like they could’ve been stamped on using ink and an apricot pit. She also has dried blood marks, crimson in color, much like what her heart used to look like… though now she could place a bet on her heart being devoid of anything mirroring the brightness of a rainbow.

She used to love the happiness that comes from all those bright sunshine colors. Now, she’s not sure that she can even visualize color in her mind at all anymore. She’s been seeing in black, white, gray, and livid angry red for too long now… two weeks to be exact, though it’s shaken her small frame soo hard, that it feels like it’s been a lifetime. A two week long total depression manifeste.