I was brushing my teeth and I felt something in my mouth. I spat it out. It was an earwig. And it was alive. I heard myself scream. Had it come from my toothbrush or was it in my mouth already? I hate to be so girly about it. So squeamish. It is just the thought of it. And I flushed it down the plug hole. Will it survive? It isn’t it’s fault, it was just doing what earwigs do, crawling into somewhere dark, dank and warm. But ugh it has stayed with me all morning. It makes me shudder. Ridiculous really. It has become a symbol of all those biting things I have said over the last few days. My back carries it too. It is almost done. Almost finished. Just keep going. Stop holding your breath. Let it go. Let it out. Bless it. Bless me.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.