On a night,
a web walked into.
The sudden shock
of snapping spidersilk
gloving the face and ears
with staccato sounds.
I think of distant fireworks,
and sweaters pulled from the dryer.
On a night,
a web walked into.
The sudden shock
of snapping spidersilk
gloving the face and ears
with staccato sounds.
I think of distant fireworks,
and sweaters pulled from the dryer.
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I love, love the rhythm of this and your writing style. Excellence.
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Thanks, Lucy!
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