this morning #211.

this morning, in a way, she was acting crazy in a way that was causing cracks to form at the corners. the dry skin surrounding her lips & eyes was in serious need of moisturizer. shouting obscenities at nobody in particular was not helping the matter, especially given that the closest home was more than a mile away. reality was even further. escalating crises had pushed her to the edge of this current cliff. if she didn’t sit down this instant, she would fall down into it all, so she plopped down on the couch, her fists before her. looking down at them, she opened them to reveal the clump of hair she’d torn from her scalp. it floated to the floor like a feather.