sad and maybe pretentious prose
I withdraw, I withdraw, I withdraw
I curl up, groaning to hold back a scream. I compress, I compress, and the spark ignites, and I expand
I throw my arms wide, I arch my back, I fracture into five hundred shards hesitant to leave, staying suspended in a shape like me
and I fall, on my side, and I weep, and I fuse together again without grace, no joins hidden.