Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Spin, said the spider

Invisible webs of memories
Strangulating, suffocating
Hanged like a marionette
From a single string

An empty pain, hovering
Receding, reseeding
The spin of nights and days
Spiders watch, the prey sways

A pendulum heart
Metronome soul
Bored to death
Still able to crawl

To lie in a spinning casket
Crafted from lies
Spiders say that they love me
Without looking in my eyes
These days, I'm fascinated by circles, spirals, whorls, and all things that have a radius of some kind. There will be more poems like this. How are you doing.

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