My conciseness was a seed of spider threads,
and when an idea birthed like a
sack of baby arachnids.
Crawling within,
consuming my every introspection.
I slumped over the page, they crawled forth,
tiny metaphors continuing after
my musing was consumed within..
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
My conciseness was a seed of spider threads,
and when an idea birthed like a
sack of baby arachnids.
Crawling within,
consuming my every introspection.
I slumped over the page, they crawled forth,
tiny metaphors continuing after
my musing was consumed within..
