staring down is
special on its own,
dead spiders tangle in
your lashes, the
need is not mine,
it is yours to blink against
the webs, against
the wind
webs.
Filed under poem tree
staring down is
special on its own,
dead spiders tangle in
your lashes, the
need is not mine,
it is yours to blink against
the webs, against
the wind
Filed under poem tree
