The crumbling foundations of her once
happy, perfect life lay scattered around
her feet. Trip hazards, ready to take her
down. Memories, with spider-like fingers
ready to grasp her ankles, always there.
She knew she should clear up the mess
that he left behind, she knew the debris
only hindered her moving forward, a
constant obstruction and one day she
would. She would sweep up those
fragments and dispose of them, in the
past, where they belonged. Just not today.