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spider.
You’re crawling
along
the walls
of my skull,
and it’s
always
fucking there.
Like a nasty
spider
creature,
with knives
for limbs,
it hurts
like hell.
Can you make
your story
as tangible
as the web
of lies
it’s
based on?
Because in the light,
your bullshit
draws
no flies.
What a terrible
thing
to say.
What a
fucked up
thing
to say.
along
the walls
of my skull,
and it’s
always
fucking there.
Like a nasty
spider
creature,
with knives
for limbs,
it hurts
like hell.
Can you make
your story
as tangible
as the web
of lies
it’s
based on?
Because in the light,
your bullshit
draws
no flies.
What a terrible
thing
to say.
What a
fucked up
thing
to say.
Published 27th Jul 2021
Author's Note
This was written a long, long time ago about a woman who I loved, who now crawls around in someone else's mind. My mind is clear of her.
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2nd Aug 2021 5:21pm
I'm glad you are free from her now. She even irritated me through your expressive poem. I hope that writing it was a therapeutic experience.
