the spiders.

[Raz]

During the night when I was sweating spiders
Multitudes of limbs broke the haze
And it occurred to me;

I never write anymore
So the words have grown legs and come out.

Every eye covered in slick wet judgement
They disappeared in folds
Into the darkness
And they never came back to bite me;

My words never came back.


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I used to fill this forum with stuff but I haven't felt the ability (or really even the urge) to write anything for aaaaaages. It has only been literally the last day or so that kind of creative need is making itself known in my head again, and then I had this weird-ass and very disturbing dream last night that I was sweating out spiders through my pores. So just a little piece, but there it is. Hi Words!

 

[herbavore]

I'm glad it was only a dream that your words didn't come back---as here they are, if only a few. A dream that leaves you with a poem is always a good thing but a dream which brings your words back to the surface in such a sit-up-and-pay-attention way is a real gift!

I hope you go back to your old habits of filling this forum with stuff.

 

[Jennyfur_Karma_Kin]

Brilliant.

 

[pk.]

I've been a long time lurker of this forum, your lack of presence has definitely been noticed. I loved this piece, I hope you regain that creative spark and begin to post here in plenitude =)