ColorfulGummyBears

the spiders are the only ones who listen to me anymore. they make beautiful patterns across the nape of my neck and down the curve of my back, their delicate legs making my skin shiver. they weave words over my teeth and down into the opening of my esophagus, and i have to learn how to breathe without destroying them. they want to protect me, they say. but it feels like there's an eyelash in my eye and they're intent on ignoring my pleas to go, go get it out as they continue their aerobics up and down my sloping vertebrae. and there's a splinter under my nail, digging deeper and deeper under my flesh and i can't move to