Tag: Pōmz
my condition
omniscient voyeur
The Spider’s Web
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
composition trouble
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