A catastrophe has regirgitated transversely across her mind a consistent whiplash of calamity. The after effects of coming down from the powder which she claims to have seen the light of through the windows of fellow tilted visionaries............she yields, for the continuance of blasphemy is catastrophic in itself.

self explanatory...

He grabs, she pulls away...her insecurities dragging her to the corner only seen by stars, because now she runs.