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 … Continue reading Letter of Webs, their unread poem