What a Tangled Web We Weave
She weaved webs all around me, words wound tightly to each limb. Screeched sticky, sweetly, sinisterly: “He’s for me as I am for him!”. Over time they tangled tighter, dangled down throat the strings did smother. Words winding around my insides: “You’re for me and for no other”. Time ticked torturously, tied to her – … More What a Tangled Web We Weave