Walk the Web

Love you, darling? No. 

And it clutches to my back 

Tears at the nape of my neck

Bites at my bleeding ears. 

It pinches my lips with dirty fingernails - 

Hiding my blackened liar's tongue. 

It takes a long, spiraling, delicate thread 

Plucked from your dreamy, dreary head. 

And threads it through the eye of a needle called Bliss. 

The point stabbing and spearing - up and through and out

My caged screams thumping their fists against my rib-cage 

ToescurledeyesdribblingfingersscrabblingpleaseGodI'lldoanything. 

It sews me up and ties a knot at the end of the follicle-thread. 

It pats me on the cheek and strokes my hair and nods it lolling head,

And I can feel my own; a mirror image, falling and rising 

With the weight of a stone plunging the depths of septic waters 

Behind my eyes, a descending fog of delirium. 

Oh, you win you win you win. A thousand times, you win. 

But love you, darling - no. 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Damien Davison]

Hah! Wow, nicely done! Not only was it great and intense to read, but you added a really cool part I haven't seen yet on this sight myself:
"ToescurledeyesdribblingfingersscrabblingpleaseGodI'lldoanything. "

It made it really chaotic and panicked. It was a great way to display emotion. Nice work!

[L.]

Thank you lovely!