are you watching me yet?
i wouldn't be here otherwise.
am i convincing you yet?
i haven't even tried.
i really am stuck, aren't i.
we really are fucked, aren't we.
who knew i was walking into
a goddamn spiderweb, cluster of strings
when i started this.
not the kind you can tug to make me follow,
but the kind that are sticky, sweet,
and fucking infuriating.
i'm ripping them out of my
mouth, but they've dried me up.
lips crack with nothing left.
cotton mouth with spider fangs,
i've sucked us both dry.
we really are fucked, aren't we.
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