The Blood & The Bones

sadness

like arachnoids

so many legs

creeping up my skin

holding hands

with my depression

my self suppression

my loneliness

they bit and burrowed

spun webs between my deeps within

someday, I fear

they will break out

aggressively spinning

cocooning me

in their silky cage

and on that day

the spiders will win

LL