A sickness to the stomach, so vile.
Borne from the realisation that she can’t switch it off.
Can’t ‘refuse to go back there’.
It is a bitter loneliness to walk some uncharted path,
With ‘friends’ who refuse to speak to her.
And friends who kindly give her grace, if not permission to ‘fall apart’.
It hit her in a place inside that she had never felt before.
Anguish so deep, on recalling a world that felt so real.