a spider weaved her web on me
I sat, filled with rage and melancholy.
wanting to scream and kick and cry and wail
I thought about how deeply I resented every fibre of her being.
yet still fucking smiled at her on the corridor.
and still greeted her in the morning.
and I act as if she hadn't tried to kill me.
how I built myself on my love for people and yet I rot
and the spider came down. like Athena. and used my bones to build a home
she tied my leg to the seat in front of me.
and did not continue weaving.

I pondered this for a while. my mind stale with decomposing love.

when I jump up to greet my boyfriend. the string is broken.

I am loved. and I do love.