Her world, fractured, with just one bad word from him about how he thought about her, and, with that bad word, she’d, crumbled, to pieces.
not my photograph…
Her world, fractured, because he’d kept, throwing those fist-sized rocks, into this glass house of hers, knowing that the rocks would shatter from the outside, and the broken pieces would then, CUT deep, into her flesh!
Her world, fractured, she’d allowed him to have complete and totalitarian control over her life, her ups and her downs, are all, related to his tempers and him having a good day at work…Her world, fractured, and, her world will, keep on, fracturing, until she’d become, too beaten up, and she’s still getting beaten up, and that, is a cycle she will NEVER be able to, break out of, as she’d taken this way of interaction as “norm”………
not my picture still…
Her world fractured, and he’s not the only one to blame, she is too, because in allowing him to hurt her, she’d, hinted to him, that what he’d done to her was right, and, she’d still not, figured out, that she is just as responsible as he, in making her own world fractured!
not my photo either…
Life, the Obstacle Course 