The air through ten thousand earlobes stitched to a sail
I fall into myself.
Like a fever.
Like a spider round a meal.
Sometimes
my arms are not my own.
Sometimes
my dreams exceed my desires
and the web is plucked
and I hum sticky sweet
and I promise all earnest and prim
not to humble you with my greed.
But sometimes
I eat the air
Sometimes
from all lungs at once
and the web is plucked
and I hum sticky sweet
and I promise all smoke and fury
to eat your eyes last.
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Posted Aug 16, 2020, 9:08 PM UTC
This is extremely good! I can really relate with it in a weird sort of way. I wanted to write something related to spiders and webs, I just had this feeling of a sticky web, and a big scary but somehow enticing spider. And I wanted to create something out of that feeling, but I ended up only making half assed drawings. This gives me the closure I needed! The last bit reminded me of Corinthian from The Sandman!
Thanks I appreciate that! I hadn't made the connection with the Corinthian, but I have recently been thinking about re-reading The Sandman books... interesting...