Her eyes were like two spider fangs
Piercing into mine,
A black widow poised and ready
To bind me and take everything from me
So I am just the thin membrane
Of a whisked-away soul.
It's getting hard to breathe,
My lungs are paper bags being crushed
So everything rushes out
Through my eyes as tears
My irises like hurricanes brewing
In a distant sea
And before I know it I am strung away
Scattered among the constellation of nothings
That used to have everything
The silk gets softer and softer as it fades
The eight-legged creature before me slowly fraying
And all the pain seems to evaporate
Until I realize that I am the only one
Who has become ethereal
As I ascend like a feather into the unknown.
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Jars of Stars
De TodoThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
