A Thousand Hours of Memory

Often times I think of you

And rewind a thousand hours of memory to curate

The version I want to remember.

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You Spun Spiderwebs Above Your Bed

You spun spiderwebs above your bed to watch the insects crawl; watch the way she controls it all. 

Attractive waves of light that stick to their palms with fright. A shake, a pulse. 

You loved to watch her dance to a ballad as she orchestrates the bonds. How carefully she becomes. How careful it’s undone.

You spun spiderwebs above your bed to watch her grace. You took notes on how to live this way. A delicate creature with poisonous fangs.