Disaster

(Freewrite, ~8 minutes, after a 1.5 minute freewrite on the word "disaster"; the object was to keep your pen moving)
She fell onto her knees in the middle of the pavement, adding to the array of cuts and bruises that tattooed her once pure skin. It wasn't fair. She ran through the woods, the sidewalks, traced every step that they used to run, and he was there, he was there. She could sense him. But he was gone.
Hair, splattered in soaking branches across her face, crawled into her open mouth as she sobbed. The neighbors watched pitifully behind windows, where their perfect lives remained like museum exhibits. She was hollow, they were full. She could see the heaving of her chest and feel the warmth of her throat as vomit rose but the world was silent. Rain fell like bullets around her and traced tauntingly at her fragile skin and she eroded right there on the pavement.