I kept looking to my left, right and center. I could see the trap of my temporary attachment spots finally being knitted into perfect rounded lines around me, like a spider web.
I sprayed vinegar perfectly on the right spot and the web around me soon broke.
I felt relief and escape from the web of plunging sorrow that I had been feeling every moment.
I saw the sun again the next day.
Again the circumstantial attachment around me took great grasp of my situation, knitting me into its spot and creating a web around me.
I started feeling trapped,
sorrowing every moment with those scabs of hurt that were pinching my soul.
I waited for the vinegar to be sprayed on its own.
It didn't.
I felt hurt,
low and all broken.
The faith in me didn't want to break, so I kept hoping.
I could feel the fake gleaming of rounded lines that were pleasurably knitted to create a web around me.
I felt them.
I couldn't do anything.
I felt every second of it and I felt very bad.
The next morning,
The sun shone brightly with its radiance,
its rays of awareness touched all inside and out of me.
I felt it.
The web was no longer around me.
I felt it.
I felt that peace.
I hope the awareness stays.
Vinegar,
the special sobber who sobbed while cleansing the dirt.
This time, it was on the spot to highlight the secrets uprooted to the surface.
And they sound very real and shocking.
Those looked like comforting lines, but never were.
They looked like they wanted to be in my zone to enjoy my company but those were just pretense and the fake lines knew very well how to knit me into the spiral of these lies of the web.
Thankfully,
I uttered a sigh of relief,
watching the vinegar clean the web.
You helped me with the grunt.
I felt the grunt.
Thank you for letting me describe you with words like light.
Thank you for this advancening.
©shivpoetesspriya
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
I kept looking to my left, right and center. I could see the trap of my temporary attachment spots finally being knitted into perfect rounded lines around me, like a spider web.
I sprayed vinegar perfectly on the right spot and the web around me soon broke.
I felt relief and escape from the web of plunging sorrow that I had been feeling every moment.
I saw the sun again the next day.
Again the circumstantial attachment around me took great grasp of my situation, knitting me into its spot and creating a web around me.
I started feeling trapped,
sorrowing every moment with those scabs of hurt that were pinching my soul.
I waited for the vinegar to be sprayed on its own.
It didn't.
I felt hurt,
low and all broken.
The faith in me didn't want to break, so I kept hoping.
I could feel the fake gleaming of rounded lines that were pleasurably knitted to create a web around me.
I felt them.
I couldn't do anything.
I felt every second of it and I felt very bad.
The next morning,
The sun shone brightly with its radiance,
its rays of awareness touched all inside and out of me.
I felt it.
The web was no longer around me.
I felt it.
I felt that peace.
I hope the awareness stays.
Vinegar,
the special sobber who sobbed while cleansing the dirt.
This time, it was on the spot to highlight the secrets uprooted to the surface.
And they sound very real and shocking.
Those looked like comforting lines, but never were.
They looked like they wanted to be in my zone to enjoy my company but those were just pretense and the fake lines knew very well how to knit me into the spiral of these lies of the web.
Thankfully,
I uttered a sigh of relief,
watching the vinegar clean the web.
You helped me with the grunt.
I felt the grunt.
Thank you for letting me describe you with words like light.
Thank you for this advancening.
©shivpoetesspriya
My writing album, Caring Drops, has now been updated with a new chapter called “Was my castle-leap inviting the shards? No!”
