As he makes his way to the room door, the tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the wall. The very place that we made love not so long ago, the very lingerie that I wore is ripped to shreds until there is nothing but small pieces of fabric scattered over the floor. The chair he sat on, finds its way through the room, there is glass shattering into fragments of nothing. I ram my fist with a hatred so raw in the mirror where he watched his reflection, hundreds of pieces cutting at the skin of my hand.
