I grabbed what was left of me and pulled
Pulled so hard that the seams in my shirt tore and separated. The stitching dividing in two.
I didn't look back as I fell. Face into darkness and darkness invites you. It holds you like a dear friend with a chilled iron grip. More arms reached out to invite me into the depths of it
But
A hand from above caught what left of me that wanted to be saved. It wrenched so hard I was winded. Not by force but by disbelief.
As the water ran off my body the cold brace had left it's mark but what was before me was warmth.
I looked back, my reflection smiled.
