Dispatches from the wilds of Poetania – Weave

I feel the cracks forming, now,
spreading, like spiderwebs,
frail, almost unnoticeable sensations,
caressing my skin with such tender malice,
weaving such unfriendly strands,
which tighten and strain,
pulling, compressing, cutting,
until I can feel them sear,
and the smooth, cool glass of my exterior buckles,
and I know, I feel,
the shattering is near.

Published in: on April 29, 2010 at 5:09 pm  Comments (1)  
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  1. How well you capture the impact of stress upon someone..well phrased…really appreciated it.

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