The days dragged on, stretching and straining and tearing until it finally fell apart, into a thousand little pieces and into abyss.
There were times she caught glimpses of the fragments, fleeting but present. She observed the way it cut on her skin, leaving thin, red marks behind. She relished in the scratching, the way those jagged edges made her feel, the way they made her human again.
But on most days, she felt nothing. Nothing, except for the hallow shape in her heart, and lay immobile as it swallowed her whole.