Syreme

A daydream of sorts

I was tired of walking one day.

Ashamed of friend and face.

I leaned against a wall to catch my breath.

I thought about time, that hallowed place. And as I dreampt upright, slow, I felt a sensation begin to grow.

Starting at my ears and crawling over my face, I started to fear that hallowed place.

I thought to run, alas to late, for spiders had seen to seal my fate.

Their spindles strong against my head, I thought at first I'd soon be dead.

But on they sang,

and sang,

and sang,

and hearing their song I felt no pain.

It felt like years I was trapped in glee, but then my eyes i opened to see. And there I was, that hallowed place.

Ashamed of friend, and smile, and face.

Reviews

[Phoenix]

This is still my favorite. Honestly I could write it out in calligraphy and frame it. And I have stolen the title a bunch of times! Good thing it's only here or you could sue me 😵

[Phoenix]

Oooh this one was my favorite!! You wrote really really well and got all the feelings there. It's very miserable, but in writing, if you get misery accross well, it's beautiful. Too bad real life doesn't work that way...