They hung from my joints. Tickling my anxieties and adjusting my movements.
They flowed and danced as my motion grew. Sticking to my flesh – capturing my experiences, and memories. Memories, that I couldn’t clutch to my bones anymore.
I knelt, I reached, and I spun.
Their gummed strings stretching, until they couldn’t anymore. Snapping. Rushing, they fell.
Alecia Writes 
Beautiful poem, the image of a spider’s web holding memories is wonderful.
Thank you!