Cobwebs, and pain.

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.

2 thoughts on “Cobwebs, and pain.

  1. Beautiful poem, the image of a spider’s web holding memories is wonderful.

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