You walk into the living room where you find her lying on the floor
She is surrounded by a myriad of shattered christmas ornaments
She catches a look consisting of both awe and terror in your eyes as you notice the luminescent tears on her rosy cheeks
The lights on the tree illuminate the streaks on her face like sun rays shining atop a quaint pond
You open your mouth to speak but quickly refrain when she quietly says,
*"His name sounds like breaking glass, echoing in my head over and over and over, I don't know how to make it stop"