Spider perches and lets slip a filament in the breeze. A strand of her web floating free. In search of an anchor. Where it lands, a spin of chance. The spider pulls her line taught and begins construction. Knowing only that a foundation has been found; she builds her web. She waits to learn that … Continue reading The Spider’s Web
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heather
credits
weren't the credits supposed to roll? after the lock clicked home in that room where they send people like me wasn't the story over then? a cautionary tale or a morbid show for them who feign disinterest but I awoke deprived an end given a future empty as tundra do I write an end? or … Continue reading credits
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gatekeeper
Aged
Is there anything that doesn't become bittersweet? Joyous times, shared with love and cherished companions; we think they'll last forever. We tell each other, “we'll come back again next time! I can't wait to do this again!” Perhaps we actually do so. For a time. But someday will be the last. And then it is … Continue reading Aged
Muse Vassal 