One night she lost her cool. Things were broken being her rage's token. There lay broken glass pieces piercing her sole. She was numb though; time had numbed her.
Sleepless nights that were a diurnal occurrence now, had numbed her. The silent sobs, they numbed her. Broken hearts and promises had numbed her.
The temperature dropped, the fire died. Her rage, she tamed. Those heavy tired eyes sung sad sagas. She gathered bits and pieces of herself and cleaned the blood stained floor. Got rid of the Kohl stained sheets and disposed the lipstick stained half drunk glass of whiskey.
It seemed normal now as she shed her clothes preparing to embrace yet another sleepless night.
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