My mind was bleak and foggy,
tangled in cobwebs,
caked with years of undisturbed dust.
An apparition of my former self
glaring in the mirror.
Who was she?
I forgot.
Bigger than this.
Happier than this.
But I forgot.
She was worthy and pretty
despite it all.
Then, a spider crawled inside her ear.
Year after year, it spun its home,
each new entanglement
dulling her spark.
Pulling out the webs,
thick and gross,
sticking to my fingers,
clarity returns,
and the fog slowly ends.
But then again,
is there ever really clarity?
Or are all brains simply balls of webs?
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Where light shines.

I noticed you don’t likepeople who feel.You only like the ones wholet you dip your fingers in your chestand wipe the blood on them. Anyone vacantyou can fill with yourjunk. I sit alone in this bitter, snowy dusk,staring at the brown, barren woods,wondering why you cast me out,but feeling this empty, winter windwhipping at my…

The picture popped up like a ghost,the sentimental, flowery love noteroughly fastened to a dried bouquet—an ephemeral postcard from memory lane.Like a monsoon mid-sea,the baggage poured over me,seeping under my skin until it overflowed as tears.I thought this was buried…How many yearsuntil the haunting apparition finally departs?I remember, after you won my heart,you went shopping…