Dahlia

I leave the mirror behind like it might lunge if I blink too long. My feet carry me faster than they should, given my healing foot and the ghost of panic living under my skin.

My reflection didn’t follow me. 

I know she didn’t!

But no one would believe me. 

Shit!

I’m not insane. I’m not insane. I’m not insane. 

I just need to get air. Breathe. 

I let my feet carry me until the garden gate slams shut behind ...