Open windows

 

Opening

a

window,

I let the air flow

in.

To blow

away the cobwebs,

that

are starting

to wear me thin,

tearing at my skin.

Nightly,

the creeping

spider threads

of long forgotten

yesterdays

try to tie me.

Bind me.

I try to forget

but the pain

won't let me.

Coating me in

sticky gossamer strands,

like millions

of hell bound hands

these hellish strands

as thin as hair.

all pulling

down on me.

They cling,

tightly,

choking the air

to fill my

head with visions

of horror,

I'm scared.

Upset,

but the webs enthrone me

in their midst,

like a king, I think,

for a second,

before the beast

of a spider

walks in,

and in a blink,

devours me.

It's mortal feast.

 

 

 

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