There is a thin strand that
Holds us together
A membrane so slight it can’t be seen
Or felt.
Like a spider’s silk
It wraps around us
Weaving between us
Strung between lungs
Holding us in place.
Until it snaps –
and we begin to crumble.
Holding us
There is a thin strand that
Holds us together
A membrane so slight it can’t be seen
Or felt.
Like a spider’s silk
It wraps around us
Weaving between us
Strung between lungs
Holding us in place.
Until it snaps –
and we begin to crumble.
Leave a Reply