Mudslide

If she were to break

it would not be a sharp shattering of glass

nor a quick clean snap like a bittersweet bar of chocolate.

If she were to break

it would not be a slow, subtle crumble

durt down a mountainside.

If she were to break

it would be a slow, steady mudslide,

bringing down all aspects of her life to the bottom of the hill

all mixed together in the dirt, irreparable.

You cannot pick everything up after a mudslide and put it back exactly as it was.

You move it away, bury the dirt elsewhere, and build on top of it.

But it will never be exactly as it was.

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