and sometimes she dropped a word here and there so that they could understand. pick that open ended sentence and fill those gaps. and at times she wished she had done otherwise, wiped those ashes before they mounted into that pile of disgust. her word was double-edged when she said "let me be". she meant otherwise. and few could fathom the distance that she put into them.
she felt the sharpness, the volume of liquid and she let herself be, for the one time and the last time.