Letter of Webs, their unread poem

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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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