Kali

Sitting on the floor surrounded by a collection of burned, ripped and torn debris, my hair wild from lack of care and brushing I must’ve looked like a duller version of a miniature Kali. Furious at myself for the amount of attention I had given these trinkets by destroying them so violently I covered my face with my hands hiding it from view, Ugh I have become one of those women I hate. Overdramatic and self-pitying. Did I really let it get this far? At my mind’s last question I looked again at the carnage of my last relationship. Gifts spanning five years lay in front of me smoldering like wreckage from a tiny war zone.