Her rage left her almost as quickly as it had appeared. She slumped against the kitchen wall, panting, a deep ache settling into her bones. She had lost control again. She had lashed out, fighting an enemy she would probably never defeat.
She stared, dazed, at the shards of broken plates spread across the floor like flower petals. She almost laughed. Flower petals? When was the last time there was any beauty in this place?
She closed her eyes, leaning back until her head bumped against the wall. Just a few minutes, a few minutes to wallow in this feeling of total despair. Then she would get up, clean the floor, and move on with her life with a smile plastered on her face. That was a healthy way to deal with stress, right?
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