Another for Oneword.com, my latest addiction. A bit strange, this one, and not as good as my last attempt. Ah well.

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My life was a mosaic, most of the pieces shattered and missing. Falling through it was like being wrapped in a kaleidoscope bristling with fragments of memories. A clitoral glint twisted the scene and cracks broke through the dusty surface, jumbled pieces rearranging as a whole world seeped down into voids unknown. Chipped pieces were all I had left, now, shards from the mosaic of a mind.