Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Spider Web

''You can die but you're never dead, spider web.''

As she pulls and weaves in each of her threads,
her veins trigger salty nerves.


Each little finger bleeds amongst the fur.

My lovely little girl
My lovely little girl 

When you die bleeding,
and come out screaming,
all that remains within you is joy;
pure pearls of timeless wisdom.

''I would give anything in my silence,''
she said

as her fingers carried her threads, and she crawled back peacefully,
back inside her spider's web.


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