Aftermath

In panic

I ran

from one place to another

to another

to another,

from one person

to the next

and the next. 

I took to hiding

in the spaces between words - 

silence a temporary refuge. 

I took to disappearing

into the slivers of stillness

between moments,

those lulls in which

no-one was noticing -

(there are more of them than you think) - 

putting off the inevitability

of emergence. 

I was always going to have to come out,

eventually.