Little Earthquakes

He has broken her heart a few minutes ago and now, it just won’t stop pounding, like little earthquakes from her chest coming from the fragile, broken pieces.  And as she drives along the 134 West, her thoughts swarm with memories she just wants to forget – how he holds her hand, how he compliments her face, etc.
She remembers her co-worker telling her she sometimes needs to scream and raise her voice and now she realizes she just wants to – scream all her pain but she cannot find the voice to.  Her throat feels tight like no air will come out, like she will choke anytime.
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