to her
it was half past irrelevant

hundreds of thousands of parsecs away
a quasar emits light and color in a revolution against darkness
defying the black mass of absence circling the pit of it's stomach

closer to home ascended ancestors supernova
forcing segregation by death within their own constellations

a perpetually changing horse hoofed trampled earth
replete with war, famine,
pestilence, and death
enveloped her

but her interpretation of how those few moments felt placed time in orbit around her chest an infinite loop as her panic peeked and compounded before facing that paint peeled cherry red door she hand painted when he didn't get around to doing so

she paused while her hand gripped the nickel coating on the handle

in a self contained emotional state
awareness would have flooded her chambers of recognition and she'd have realized the rain was at war with her skin

a violent onslaught of divots render then instantly dissolve their existence

the ammunition soaks into the threads of her fabric adding weight to the nominal clothes she quickly threw on before her temperamental egress out of that same door
just an hour prior

her forehead lured by a ravenous hunger
for the comfort the woodgrain provided against the crescendoing war drum echoing the halls in her head entices her to press skin to paint to internally visualize
all the impending scenarios she was to face

a few minutes pass and she builds up
enough confidence to cosplay strength and possibly walk in with her head propped upright on her shoulders

her hand turns clockwise
until the handle resists the momentum
then pushes and cautiously traipses through the portal between everything that was "not" and her home

she walks in with her loosely gauzed cotton candy perspective
bandaging the severed flesh of a terror that this end will never justify the means

the room mostly dark and lifeless
...emotionally uninhabitable

she herself powerless to forge a true fealty to the atmosphere
and for some reason the atmosphere to her

all around her
framed pictures of an optimistic relationship
thrown across...