Letter of Webs

There is a pain

In Jules’ straw-strewn head,

Like spiders spinning

Neurons into webs.

.

They sat and weaved

Words from dreams and fears.

Saline bleeding

Arterial tears.

.

They filled the letter

With what was held back before.

Used wit, poise and humor,

To darkest secrets adorn.

.

Sins threaded like silk through

Tiny needles pull knots.

Thoughts spinning, screaming,

Are entangled, caught.

.

Jules meant to send it,

But set it to burn instead.

Fragile web, a memory,

Like the words, never said.

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