With a sickening squelch I pulled myself free
Letting the remains of that which had engulfed me
Fall heavily and shatter
Into delicate fragments
Plinking and pattering
Like so many pills strewn across a worktop
I pushed forward
Hardening my heart
Ears straining to hear
The pieces being picked up and slotted back together
Eyes forward. Do not crack.
Do not waver. Don’t turn back.
So of course I do. Of fucking course I do. I have to.
I peer carefully over my shoulder.