Free?

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.

Do.

Not.

Look.

Back.

 

So of course I do. Of fucking course I do. I have to.

I peer carefully over my shoulder.

And shatter.